Unanswered Question: Doesn’t tolerance and inclusion require ‘connection’?

Some comments strike me as odd. Then I wonder, am I ‘further evolved’ or are others just ‘devolving’?

Usually my “Unanswered Question” posts are inspired by something I see or read. Today it was something I happened to read.
A blogger was discussing her new ‘Mental Health Therapy’ and admitted that she’d already doubted it would work for her because the therapist is a man. That struck me as odd but clearly an ‘in vogue’ viewpoint. Immutable traits are now given an awful lot of attention.

Last night, I also heard about medical universities, in an effort of “inclusion”, suggesting everyone should be treated by physicians and surgeons who are the same race and gender as the patient. As someone who had long ago become ‘blind’ to people’s immutable traits, I again wondered, “Am I the oddball?”. Doesn’t everyone want skilled professionals treating them? What does skin color or gender or sexual orientation have to do with that?

The worst part of my stream of thought was realizing that the modern day ‘sifting and sorting’ of people into groups is ultimately affecting me too. I don’t like it!
I’ve long admired Douglas Murray for his intellect and confidence. Recently, it came to my attention that he’s gay. “Ugh, so what?” was my first thought. Another person I’ve admired and enjoyed listening to is Rick Grennell, who was our ambassador to Germany and acting DNI during the Trump administration. He’s also been identified as gay. Those two fine intelligent men were already on my most admired list. Again, I thought, “What difference is knowing their sexuality supposed make? “

Richard Grennell

Then, it happened! I was trying to recall something brilliant that Douglas Murray had said, and my mind injected the thought, “You know. That Gay intellectual you admire.” Not only was I surprised, but I was also disgusted. The widespread superficial ‘labeling virus’ had infected me.

Douglas Murray

All this ‘intersectionality’ crap is counterproductive to unity to say the least. Worse, is the total lack of self-awareness those who are tossing it around have. The same people who keep suggesting that everyone needs to be more tolerant and inclusive, clearly want to emphasize our ‘unimportant differences’ to a point that no one pays attention to our ‘important gifts and talents and similarities’.

Doesn’t tolerance and inclusion require ‘connection’? Our humanity is already our connection to each other and the only one we ought to pay attention to, IMHO. Those suggesting we need to pay a great deal of attention to anything else, are not at all trying to unify people. Their underlying purpose clearly is to segregate us and they’re doing well now that they can infect the minds of those who have already further evolved.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #255- Sacred Ideals

Photo prompt.

Image credit: Noel Nichols on Unsplash

The “Crimsons” had built their civilization on a yet to be mapped chain of tropical islands and it had thrived for more than 4 centuries.
Their relative isolation from the rest of the planet produced their most striking physical trait for although their skin tones varied, their hair was universally undeniably flaming red.
As legends evolve from partial truths, they had come to recently attribute their happiness and success more or less directly to this part of their appearance and now that once infrequent explorers happened upon them and had given them their current superficial name, they were embracing it more and more.
They were, by all standards, happily and productively ‘primitive’. Their children were raised by small community ‘parental pods’ each of which shared an identical cultural pride and common ‘spirit’ but this was incrementally starting to include a subtext of worship of the perceived magical property of their red hair. They also maintained excellent health and longevity due to ritualized attention to their diets and promoted, most fervently, the values of justice, honor, and humility.
They were ruled by a priestess who was like a queen in the requirement that she needed an ancient genetic lineage connecting her to former priestesses in order to reign. All had worked well until a necessary excavation for burial purposes revealed an ancient artifact. Priestess, Avea, claimed it immediately and refused to allow any ‘commoner’ to study it.

When Avea studied the ancient ‘time capsule’ she made a most unsettling discovery. Within the almost pristinely preserved contents was a skull. On the skull six long chestnut brown hairs remained attached and an ancient text in their own language lay beneath it. The text read like an ‘owner’s manual’ about a proper diet. It also promised their cohesive long-lived prosperity if they would adhere to the three principles of justice, honor, and humility. But nowhere was hair color mentioned! This could pose a problem to the newly established reverence for their common immutable characteristic and might just cause division among their communities who were unevenly committed to that ‘modern’ idea. Avea wisely realized that she held her people’s future directly in her hands.

On the third day, the priestess revealed her impression of the contents of the sacred artifact to the people in a speech declaring a day of celebration once a proper shrine could be erected to hold its content. She repeated the text but never mentioned the startling forensic evidence.
As Avea placed the skull on a pedestal in the newly built shrine at the start of their national holiday, she plucked those chestnut hairs from it letting them fall among the chaff at her feet. Division caused by any emphasis on appearance, simply wouldn’t be good for anyone.