Monthly Archives: November 2015

What ruins Christmas…

Call it a rant… call it a refreshing perspective… call it whatever you want. I’m talking now.

I got my first virtual “Christmas Card” today, or at least that’s what the subject line of the email said. The problem being is that it wasn’t a greeting, it was a complaint. It wasn’t merry, it was annoying, exclusive, and negative. It was sent by my grandfather, or at least forwarded by him. It got me thinking though, how I see these emails, memes, articles, etc- they crowd my social media feeds so that any ounce of joy that was left in the world at this season is suffocated.

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Which is why I’m writing this: what ruins Christmas, at least for me, is not the people who say “happy holidays” instead of “merry christmas”. It’s not the people/ companies who try to be inclusive of those who don’t celebrate Christmas. It’s not the menorahs- be they for Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa. It’s not any of these things.

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What ruins Christmas for me? It’s the people who don’t seem able to move past the diversity in order to celebrate their own season of joy and hope. The people that abound with negativity, instead of looking to Christmas with expectation… I mean, I’ve always been told that’s the point of Advent… expectation and hope. This is also an aside but guess what “holidays” means… “holy days” – as in reference to Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Advent, Epiphany, Christmas, etc.

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And I’m sorry if this seems hypocritical because I’m complaining about the complainers- but I’m sick of it. Stop bickering about other people expressing their own seasons of joy, and just enjoy the joy. Oh and if you think you’re being clever by writing these emails in a way that makes people subconsciously read them to the rhythm of an old Christmas story or carol… that’s not clever, its exploitation of nostalgia… and its not working. I find your complaints and negativity just as annoying and pissy when they are set to a tune as when they are in a cartoon, or a meme, or any other format.

If I could have just one Christmas wish… just one… it would be for people to embrace love, instead of spreading hate.

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I highly doubt I will get my wish, but if I do– this virtual Christmas card will be the first and last of its kind.

Thank you for your consideration… rant over.

Tonight…

Tonight was one of the most wonderful nights, and one of the most horrible. Tonight was the last night of the Undergraduate Award Summit in Dublin, Ireland- we went out to Johnnie Foxes, the highest pub in Ireland. We had a blast. As we boarded the bus to go back to the hostel, many of us pulled out our phones, and filling our news feeds were reports of the mass killings in Paris, France. As I write this, the death toll is over 100 and France has closed its borders, calling a state of national emergency.

Just yesterday, at UPresent, along with other top-of-their-field scholars; I presented my research on radical ideology- focusing on the conflict between ISIS and everyday Muslims. While no official explanation has been given- people are saying the coordinated shootings and bombing in Paris were the acts of Muslim extremists. Please do not believe this. They are radicals, they are extremists, they are terrorists, and they might even say they do what they do in the name of Allah or Islam… but they are not Muslims.

I don’t agree with France and how they treat the situation HOWEVER I will not blame the victim. And I certainly won’t stand by and say that these innocent people deserved to die for living in a country that has questionable policies.

Please, I beg you, as you read your news stories… as you reflect on the situation unfolding… as you think about responding…

really think about and know what you say… words can’t be taken back… and actions can’t either. Join the movement, Muslim or not. Don’t be a bystander. Don’t let this continue. It is neither your fault and you might not even be directly affected– but it is the world you live in- and as a member it is your responsibility to help shape it. Do not think that your voice doesn’t count– it does.