The Aftermath of the Attacks

Though it has been weeks since the last terror attacks, our country is under turmoil. As dramatic as it sounds, I believe it is the truth. From those in power and everyday people, everyone still seems to be living within an extent of fear. I first realised this when I witnessed a man being ‘randomly’ searched at Grand Central Birmingham Station. The search was supposed to be random as many of the signs around the station stated, but I felt uncomfortable in knowing that a lot of those stopped fit a profile inspectors were looking for.

With everything that is happening, the terrorist attacks taking place and the lives being lost as though habitual; it’s easy to let fear and anger rule your heart. It’s easy to be hesitant to standing up for a stranger in the name of protecting ourselves. However, this is not the time for it. I’m not going to sit here and force anyone to feel as though they must form a bond of solidarity with those they do not feel comfortable with, but rather to remember love. Remember that love is irrespective. Black Sister’s Network is a network of Christian women. Women whom were saved through the love of Christ and the grace of God. That is why I relate with it and why I urge those who are a part of this network to consider my words.

Now is the time to show love to others. No one is asking you to create a space in your home for strangers, but rather be the outstretched arm they require in times of need. When I stood in that queue to exit the station and saw the man being searched as though he was a thief, I realised I refuse to be a part of the problem. I refuse to accommodate the conversations that include narratives such as “they are all the same” and “we should be careful of those who look like that”.

Psalm 1:1

Oh, the joys of those who do not follow the advice of the wicked, or stand around with sinners, or join in with mockers.

I may not have the same faith as Muslims, but I have the choice to either let that define how I act and treat them or let that encourage me to treat them with the same reverence that Christ treated those who were different from himself, even those who hated him. Whether I am silent when they need a voice or vocal when they can’t find theirs; I can make a difference. As simple as it is, I refuse to let any person, whatever faith, race or age be victimised in my presence. I might not always want to say something, but I’ve come to recognise that I must. Politics aside, I must speak out against injustice and stereotyping. Evil prevails when good men do nothing.

It matters not how cliché I sound right now, what I do know Is that no one deserves to live in fear of being attacked based on their appearance and beliefs. I urge you sisters, to pray for them, to look out for them and be present in their hour of need.  


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