The Human-ness of All People
I’ve seen the sharing of pictures of migrants and asylum seeking people traveling to the US border criticized. I can’t recall why, to be honest, and I’m a little embarrassed by that, because the criticism came from people I respect and whose opinions matter.
That said - being human means that stories matter. And for most of us, photographs are some of the best storytelling we have. Which is to say - go to Long Reads and read this photo-essay of Central American migrants in Mexico.
Scrolling through the images, I’m awed by the human-ness of all people. I want to know who set up huge barrels of water for the traveling people. I want to bless each hand that set out food for them, that deposited enormous tanks of water, that donated shoes and blankets.
I wince at the way the spread of people and belongings reminds me uncomfortably of the small encampment of unhoused people rotating through the blocks surrounding my office. I recognize in that moment my fear, my fragility, my guilt. I recognize in those my work, the work I still have to do, and my responsibility for becoming a better person.