This is one of the few times in my life I can remember ever making a conscious decision that I needed to take a vacation. To be honest, it was the 21 inches of snow piled up in my yard that encouraged me to make that decision.
It didn't help when I called my son to complain and he asked if 21 inches was all I had. It turned out he was looking out his back window at four feet.
And that wasn't the only change that took place in my life this month. On the third day I was confined to quarters because of the snow, I came to the conclusion I couldn't handle the adverse weather, as well as the annoying repetitious cable news programs. Something had to go. There was nothing I could do about the weather, but the remote control was at my command. Since then, my relationship with cable news has come to an end for the time being.
That set me thinking about what it is that has gone wrong in our discussions and communications with each other. I remembered that one of the many good things that came out of the civil rights movements was the knowledge that if we were all going to learn to live together in peace and harmony, everybody needed to learn acceptance and respect for other cultures. We learned that through a process called sensitivity training. And although I can laugh today at the number of times I commented that I didn't think I could possibly be more sensitive, I'm glad I attended every one of those sessions.
Sometimes, listening to people on television, as well as in person, discuss people of other cultures is actually embarrassing. One would think our education system should be the finest in the world, but some of our citizens are so painfully uneducated about the customs and traditions of other people I fear those who are so frightened of having to accept foreigners as their neighbors will have nothing to worry about. Unfortunately, I don't think the people they fear will want to have anything to do with people so unlearned.
I think what happened was people who were involved in the civil rights movement genuinely wanted to learn to appreciate other cultures. When that movement ended, many of those who only came together because they were compelled to by law were not interested in learning about other cultures and therefore made no attempt to do so. And so, until this day, many people are locked into the same culture to which they were born and have no desire for change.
Many people assumed the education system would take care of this problem. Unfortunately, that system failed in so many ways. Most of us speak only one language and have little knowledge or understanding of people in the rest of the world. And even though we have the marvelous educational tool of television, that is used primarily for commercial ventures.
I can't help but think back to the wonderful experience my son had when he took French in high school. He had the kind of teacher who made learning fun. In addition to studying the language, the students were encouraged to prepare a French meal. They corresponded and exchanged letters with French high school students and read French literature. It was his favorite class.
It seems to me this is just one more area in which we Americans have become a divided population. We have many who are ready to become a part of the global population and others who truly believe they can remain a country that can exist in isolation.
And the sad reality is because of upbringing and education, many do not realize they have denied themselves the privilege and joy of getting to know other cultures and getting to participate in a larger, more dynamic world.
Actually, we should have learned this in school as little children. But, because of the narrow-mindedness of some, we were deprived of that experience. We have had more than enough years to make up for that lost time.
We can either become part of a more understanding, compassionate and peace-loving world community, or we can stand by and watch it alone.
The choice is ours.
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