I am Trayvon Martin, I am George Zimmerman

Last updated on: July 15, 2013 at 2:51 am by Justin Whitaker

I am Trayvon Martin, I am George Zimmerman 2013-07-15T02:51:43-06:00 Justin Whitaker

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As fate would have it, I have been very busy lately, seemingly bombarded with duties, activities, images, ideas, and events from out there in the world. So much to process and so little time.

However, of some importance and some joy (to me at least) I will be joining some fellow Patheos folks in fasting (for at least one day, hopefully several) along with Muslim friends for Ramadan, which is happening now through August 7th. In just my preliminary research into this I have already learned a great deal about Islam and this holiday and I look forward to the the weeks ahead (click here for an amazing array of links to stories on Ramadan).

Given the recent violence between Buddhists and Muslims in India and Myanmar (Burma) – as well as that which has been ongoing in other parts of South and Southeast Asia, I hope this period will provide an opportunity to converse with my Muslim friends about what is happening there and how we might understand and work to end the violence.

Regarding this violence, some of which has been labeled as terror or terrorism, I thought of an old “Dharma friend” Thich Nhat Hanh. In response to the 9/11 attacks on the US and the American military response, he wrote:

Thich Nhat Hanh Terror is in the human heart. We must remove this terror from the heart. Destroying the human heart, both physically and psychologically, is what we must absolutely avoid. The root of terrorism should be identified, so that it can be removed. The root of terrorism is misunderstanding, intolerance, hatred, revenge and hopelessness. This root cannot be located by the military. Bombs and missiles cannot reach it, let alone destroy it. Only with the practice of looking deeply can our insight reveal and identify this root. Only with the practice of deep listening and compassion can it be transformed and removed.

(read the full article here)

As I wrote immediately after the Bodh Gaya bombings:

Let us not talk of ourselves as victims or them as murderers, but rather let us see our common, very flawed, humanity and ask:

how can we make it better?

Deep listening and compassion are not just actions – they are processes. They are things we try at and sometimes fail, and try again. The only total failure comes when we give up, when we decide we’re better than everyone else, or that they’ll never understand us or we will never understand them.

This is all too easy a place to reach, isn’t it? I sometimes feel this way with my closest friends, my girlfriend, and my family.

It’s true that in some ways nobody will ever know what it’s like to be me or you. I will never be you or understand you fully; I will never be or understand Trayvon Martin or George Zimmerman in any total way. But I will still keep trying. And in those little sparks of recognition there comes relief and joy. I experience this everyday with both family and friends as well as new friends and acquaintances from all over the world. Connecting – while it may be difficult at first, especially for introverts like me – brings genuine joy to life.

H.H. the Dalai Lama once said, “Kindness is society.” His translator was confused, thinking he meant to say something like “kindness is important to society” or “kindness is vital to society.” But no. The Dalai Lama meant simply that: “kindness IS society; society IS kindness. Without concern for other people it’s impossible to have society.” (via Tricycle)

Kindness and “society” demand that we stop and consider one another as simply human beings. Despite everything else. Despite my color or your gender or my mental illness or your physical disability or my orientation or your nationality and on and on and on… We all have a unique past, a story that makes us special and in our own way beyond the understanding of everyone else. But we also all have the capacity to see one another in this way: as human beings, equally possessing dignity, worthy of respect.

It is in this way that I am Trayvon Martin, I am George Zimmerman.

I wish that I (Trayvon) was still alive. That night… out for a snack, so carefree one moment and… someone is following me, someone creepy… a confrontation… fear… “help!” and then…

I wish that I (George) was not so fearful, at first of “them” – the kids who seemed to get away with so much crime in my neighborhood, and then with him, the one I thought I might catch and bring to justice but… fear, a fight, my gun…

And now, how afraid am I? Free and alive. But… Every dark street. Every hoodie. Every black face, looking me in the eye… fear…

If this doesn’t help – and I understand if it doesn’t – I offer this from the great teacher Thich Nhat Hanh. But first I ask everyone: black, white, Asian, European, Buddhist, Muslim, Christian, liberal or conservative, please consider the following words deeply in how they relate to you, to those who might be aggressors toward you, to those who you might be aggressors toward…

In Plum Village, where I live in France, we receive many letters from the refugee camps in Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, and the Philippines, hundreds each week. It is very painful to read them, but we have to do it, we have to be in contact. We try our best to help, but the suffering is enormous, and sometimes we are discouraged. It is said that half the boat people die in the ocean. Only half arrive at the shores in Southeast Asia, and even then they may not be safe.

There are many young girls, boat people, who are raped by sea pirates. Even though the United Nations and many countries try to help the government of Thailand prevent that kind of piracy, sea pirates continue to inflict much suffering on the refugees. One day we received a letter telling us about a young girl on a small boat who was raped by a Thai pirate. She was only twelve, and she jumped into the ocean and drowned herself.

When you first learn of something like that, you get angry at the pirate. You naturally take the side of the girl. As you look more deeply you will see it differently. If you take the side of the little girl, then it is easy. You only have to take a gun and shoot the pirate. But we cannot do that. In my meditation I saw that if I had been born in the village of the pirate and raised in the same conditions as he was, there is a great likelihood that I would become a pirate. I saw that many babies are born along the Gulf of Siam, hundreds every day, and if we educators, social workers, politicians, and others do not do something about the situation, in twenty-five years a number of them will become sea pirates. That is certain. If you or I were born today in those fishing villages, we may become sea pirates in twenty-five years. If you take a gun and shoot the pirate, all of us are to some extent responsible for this state of affairs.

After a long meditation, I wrote this poem. In it, there are three people: the twelve-year-old girl, the pirate, and me. Can we look at each other and recognize ourselves in each other? The tide of the poem is “Please Call Me by My True Names,” because I have so many names. When I hear one of the of these names, I have to say, “Yes.”

Call Me by My True Names

Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time
to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to
Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea
pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and
loving.

I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my
hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to, my
people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all
walks of life.
My pain if like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.

From: Peace is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life by Thich Nhat Hanh

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