Let us hope that this bearded man most of India think is a miracle worker will work a miracle in the area of love, move past religion, language and culture and feed the right wolf
ROBERT CLEMENTS
“..Dogs bark at everyone they do not know..” –Heraclitus
[dropcap]A[/dropcap]nd now that Modi is within sniffing distance from victory, his old friends have already started showing their fangs; threatening the minority community and revealing the deep hate that motivates him and his party. All this is because of seeds of anger, hate and distrust that have over the years been sowed into their minds.
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said: ‘My son, the battle is between ‘two wolves’ inside us all.
‘One is Evil. It is anger, envy, intolerance, jealousy, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.’
‘The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.’
The grandson thought about it for a minute, and then asked his grandfather: ‘Which wolf wins?’
The old Cherokee simply replied: ‘The one you feed.’
Therein lies the truth: We react to something depending what we’ve been feeding ourselves with. Poison brings out poison right? And it is with such poison we feed ourselves everyday: It all starts with baby food our mothers and fathers forced down our throats; prejudices which they’d learnt from their parents, “Don’t trust people born on the other side of the river!”
“Why?”
“Because they’re born on the other side of the river stupid, now shut up and eat!”
And we shut up and feed the wolf of evil ever since.
For those who would like to make an attempt at feeding the good wolf, I leave you with these words written by a black in 1958:
‘If you don’t like me because I am ignorant, I can be sent to school and educated. If you do not like me because I’m dirty, I can be taught to wash and be clean. If you don’t like me for my unsocial habits, I can be taught how to live in society. But if you do not like me because of the color of my skin or the religion I follow, I can only refer you to the God who made me.’
Let us hope that this bearded man most of India think is a miracle worker will work a miracle in the area of love, move past religion, language and culture and feed the right wolf.
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