The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference. ~ Elie Wiesel
I recently had a meaningful conversation with one of my granddaughters. I’ll call her Grace. (She is after all very graceful.) She came home from school a bundle of energy and excitement, as only a teenage girl can. She told me all about being a member of the Gay-Straight Alliance, one of the clubs in her high school. They were preparing to march in the local Gay Pride Parade. All systems were go and she was beaming and proud and seemed to have no qualms or doubts about her ability to do this and the rightness of doing it. I told her I was proud of her for standing up for what is right and good and for what she believes in. I also told her she was very brave but I didn’t elaborate. No problem, right?
The next day she came home from school much less bubbly than she had been the day before. I noticed a worried look on her brow as she texted her friend about their upcoming sleepover at the friend’s house. I inquired, “Everything okay, Grace?” She told me she thought her friend was upset with her because the parade would cause a slight delay in their plans. We talked, Grace and I, and delved a little deeper into what might be her friend’s concern. We discussed the fact that we aren’t always going to agree 100% with our friends. She finally said rather philosophically, “Yeah, I know. It’s the way she’s been raised.” In other words her friend had been taught that gay=sin.
I tried to soften the hard, stark realization for her by telling her that some people are not activists. Maybe her friend didn’t totally disagree with her. Maybe she wasn’t an activist type. I recalled a time when D went to protest an injustice in our small mountain town and I stayed home. It wasn’t that I disagreed with him; it was that I didn’t like the idea of sitting all day in the hot sun. Grace is way too smart to buy that theory but we grandmothers do what we can.
I’m very proud of her.
Thank you, Deb. And I’m glad I could provide you with the quote you were looking for. It’s a gem, isn’t it?
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–Lovely story. You’re a great Grandma, too 🙂
And I’ve always adored that quote by Elie Wiesel….
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Hi Inner Chick! Welcome to my blog and thank you for your comments.
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I was trying to recall that exact quote and its speaker a day or two ago, so it’s a delight to see it here! Even more delightful is to hear about Grace (yeah!), and her exchanges with her grandma. ♥
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How proud you must be of “Grace.”
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Thanks for reading, Tish. Are you and P back? Loved the text from Venice. Hope you didn’t fall in a canal! Heehee.
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Isn’t it wonderful when our children and grandchildren appreciate and respect the rights of gay friends? And especially to stand up for them? Kudos to your granddaughter and kudos to an understanding grandmother.
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I really think they’ve been taught to respect the rights of all people. I’m just so happy to see them practicing what they’ve learned.
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Thanks, Ducks.
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You have every right to be to be proud of her. She sounds like an impressive girl. As for the quote at the beginning. I love it.
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And you should be very proud of her, she sounds like a fine young lady! Deep differences of opinions sometimes put a dampener on friendships, I hope both these girls can learn something from this…Maybe something about tolerance?
x
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Tolerance is certainly the desired lesson on all sides, isn’t it? Thanks, Lady E.
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