Walking outside the stadium he began to consider the concept of inclusive and exclusive. So many with the same red jerseys, seat after seat of the select group. You belonged or you didn’t, it was just that simple.
Belonging to a group and feeling included to a common cause has its virtues. People nod to you in agreement with a certain understanding. Your joy or disgrace is amplified by not only the look on your face but by the color on your body. The sense of inclusion is akin to a uniform before battle, as it proudly states that you “belong.”
It appeared as if skin color, ethnicity, age, or gender, seemed to be trumped by the agreed upon crowd mentality on display from the red colored jerseys. If, instead of watching the game, the crowd was asked to run out into the street and pick up litter, all the while singing America the Beautiful, it would be an extraordinary sea of vacuum red.
So why then does our inclusion in the group of “humans” fail to generate the same sense of inclusion? We can do far better as a group if we were to recognize the commonalities as opposed to the contrary. Different mother…..same team.
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