We were told growing up how decent we should be
This rings so true with me. I was raised in the church and I truly believed in what was taught about loving your neighbor, and caring for the less fortunate as my family and church taught.
Then my senior year of high school my dad (a Deacon in the church) told me that he notices that I tend to make friends with broken people instead of friends that can help me out. And that’s when the first cracks in religions hold on me started to appear.
Today I’m the only one in the family I grew up in not voting for trump. I’m also the only one who gave up on church. My sister went even deeper by seeking out a fringe Baptist congregation that believes some really fucked up shit, and my brother followed in my dad’s footsteps and became a Deacon. Last week my mom explained to me how it’s the culture of the inner-cities that makes violence and crime so common. It isn’t race, it’s culture. She thinks she’s being open-minded. And they all think they are good people. ‘They’d do anything for you’… as long as you’re part of the church - even then, don’t ask too often.
I’m ranting now, but damn, how is it so hard for people to just genuinely be good and helpful?
My newborn is now 8 years old and I still think holding her is the greatest feeling in the world.