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I guess our viewpoints depend on our experiences. For several years, I worked in a small group of all women. The company we worked for was big, but our jobs were done by a few of us. We were pretty well divided between black, white, and Latina. What we discovered as we worked together, and formed strong friendships, was that we had more in common with each other, as women, than any individual one of us did with men of our own race.
We babysat each other's children, cried on each other's shoulders, and confided in each other. We sometimes loaned each other money. We could relate to each other's experiences, because they were experiences common to most women. I later worked in an office, for the same company, which had a few men doing the same work, and the result was the same. On breaks, and at lunch, those of us with common interests tended to hang out together, and without exception, these groups were racially balanced. The men tended to stay as a group, and not associate with us because they said they were afraid of what women's issues we would discuss.
Some of my friends and I have discussed how haunted we feel by the effects of the wars we have waged on other countries. I can relate, as a woman, and a mother, and a grandmother, what anguish the women in Iraq and Afghanistan must feel. I wish that I could sit and drink tea with them, and tell them how sorry I am that their lives have been ripped to pieces by the violence that has been done. I can imagine the pain, and shame, the men must feel, not being able to provide for their families because of the war and violence. I know how that would affect my husband, and would have caused my brothers pain.
I have always had dogs, and love them. To me, they have never been interchangeable. They have been individuals, each with his own personality and quirks. My own feeling is that since we humans domesticated the dog, bringing him into our world, and making him dependent on us, I owe a certain responsibility to their species. The dogs I have had have been rescues.
How other people view their dogs, and how they view their fellow human beings, is something I truly can't know. I do know, however, that we on the left seem to be far more moved by the plight of our fellow human beings in the countries we are now waging war with. My only prayer now is that the hatred and violence will somehow be brought to an end, and that the ones who beat the drums of war are not heard by the ones of us who desire, instead, peace and understanding.
How could anybody see the picture of an Iraqi grandfather, tears streaming down his face, cradling the body of a tiny grandchild in his arms, his grandchild's blood staining his clothes, and not be moved to compassion, and sorrow? When I see these images, they are not Iraqi, they are only people in pain, and I pray that it will stop. The child in his arms is not interchangeable with any other child, either. Some of us, most of us at DU, know the difference.
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