Imagine, if you will, a sunny morning. It is temperate and lovely. The air is crisp and inspiring. You inhale deeply and feel your pulse quicken with excitement. It is the perfect day for an adventure. Catching some sun at the beach, taking in a museum tour or perhaps having a grand time at a local amusement park; there is pep in your step and a wild ambition to pursue some fun. With a smile and sense of giddiness that one might best describe as childlike, you begin to construct your itinerary. It becomes a solid plan. Then, whilst considering all of the enjoyment and fulfillment you`re going to derive from this day, you realize that the only thing that could make it better is to include your dearest loved one(s). So you give them a call, and, to your delight, they are able to join you.
Enthusiastically you make the drive to your loved one`s place and pick them up. With the radio playing softly in the background, you`re chatting amicably with one another looking forward to the good time ahead. Glancing at your speedometer, you see that you are within the 50 mph speed limit, so you continue to cruise at the designated velocity without concern. Then you see a vehicle swerving from the oncoming lane of traffic into your lane, and the scene begins to unfold in horrifically slow motion.
In an attempt to avoid a head-on collision with the oncoming vehicle, you veer sharply to the right hoping to preclude an accident by driving along the narrow shoulder of the road. Instead, however, the loose gravel gives way beneath the weight of your car and sends you careening out of control down a steep slope towards an open field. In an instant you surmise that you`ll all be fine, if you can manage to navigate the car safely down to the level clearing. Heart racing and both hands gripping the steering wheel, there is suddenly a loud bang. The front, driver-side tire has run over the jagged remnants of a tree stump, which has popped the tire and set the vehicle off kilter. The jarring commotion rattles your bones as the car topples sideways down the embankment; once around then twice you`re rolled before coming to a sudden, disconcerting halt right-side up.
You cannot see, you can barely move, and there is the distinct taste of blood in your mouth. The only sound you hear from the passenger seat is the sound of gurgling, laborious breathing. You call out to your loved one(s), but there is no response. Blind, panic-stricken and unable to move, you wonder if anyone saw the accident. You wonder if anyone will call for help, and then you become acutely aware of the smell of smoke; the car is on fire. Dismal visions begin to envelope your thoughts.
You frantically call out to your friend(s)/loved one(s) again, and, as before, there is no answer. It`s hopeless; you`re trapped. Then, to your relief and surprise, you hear a voice shouting outside the vehicle. We`re here! We`re here! You manage to reply, and an optimistic spark enlivens you as this faceless stranger`s voice draws nearer. Reaching out vocally with every bit of strength you can muster, you are desperate to be freed and even more desperate to know the answer to one question:
Which of the following is your first question?
a.) Are you Muslim?
b.) Are you white?
c.) Are you Jewish?
d.) Are you gay?
e.) Are you black?
f.) Are you rich?
g.) Can you help us?
If we can all agree that g " is the most obvious and appropriate answer, then why do we, as a nation, still struggle with social aspects as they pertain to theosophy, color, sexual orientation and social status? Perhaps, for some, it is because g is the most obvious and appropriate answer when considering the circumstances. Perhaps. But, if that truly is the case, then we must bring ourselves to contemplate: When do circumstances warrant bias, bigotry and hatred based upon a person`s theosophy, color, sexual orientation and/or social status?
Imagine, if you will, that there are none.