Eradication, in all its grim and violent forms, has seldom borne fruit worth the bitter seed from which it sprang. More often than not, it leaves in its wake not order but anarchy, not renewal but ruin. The true unguent for our wounded world lies not in the obliteration of what we fear or fail to understand, but in the difficult and holy work of charity. It is only when we resolve to love—yes, to love—even amidst our prejudices, that we may begin to rise above them. This, and nothing less, shall be the salvation of our civilisation.
I'm quoting someone:
ReplyDelete"I love more somene who I am prejudiced against!"
Seemed a very sage person there. And I can relate somewhat to the "well-resolved" contradiction