It was hard. Where I’m from, America is the shining city on the hill. The land of the free. The frontier of liberalism and innovation. When my parents asked me to take American citizenship, I remember mulling over it for a long time. I love India. Is it not a betrayal to choose another nation? Then, I read the declaration of independence. I had never read a piece of writing that better reconciled itself to my own dream. Would it not be wonderful to live in a world where all men are created equal? I fell deeply in love with the great American story and wanted to be a part of it. Whatever guilt and doubt I felt, perished in the wake of these words from a wise man ‘Vasudhaika Kutumbam – The whole world is one family’. Whether I’m part of the Indian story or the American one, they are inseparable pieces of the same great narrative.

As I started living here, the diversity of my people, their devotion to civic duty, their tolerance and their compassion as a society for the plight of fellow human beings, were a source of joy and pride.

Alas, pride comes before a fall. As the 2016 election cycle progressed,  I became aware of another, uglier side to the story. A side that refuses to believe in the best of people. A side that cannot abide dissent. A side that has forsaken its faith and forgotten its courage. A dialogue that was disillusioning in its vulgarity was brought to light and it made my heart ache.

I tried blocking out the political commentary,  I tried to find solace in the charming streets of San Francisco, I read manga, I heard my favorite Eminem songs on a loop, I binge watched Gilmore Girls with my best friend, I had endless nonsensical conversations with my sister and yet, I could not block out a creeping sense of unease.

Last week I read about the shooting of two Indian men in Kansas. The shooter was a white man, a despicable fellow filled with hate. He has been arrested. The Indian community is shocked and afraid. However, I have spent the last few days telling people that they are missing a crucial part of the story. That of Ian Grillot, a white man who went after the shooter and got injured in the process. That is the part I would like to focus on. Heroes come in all colors.

No matter how much hate there is in the world, as long as there are people willing to stand up to it, we will be just fine. I choose to believe in the best of people. I choose to be tolerant. I choose to have faith. I live in the home of the brave and I am proud of it.

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24 thoughts on “Reconciliation

    1. When I have heard so many legal aliens say how welcoming illegals are a slap in their face and they would tell me how long it took and how much it cost financially to come over legally I understood just how wrong the propaganda was that kept building up how great this was for everyone. No one that comes by anything too easily ever appreciates it. working for something and attaining it properly is the honorable thing to do. Sadly these immigrants stories are not ever given by the mainstream media. This is why I no longer trust or respect so many of them.

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      1. I do not support illegal immigration either. However, illegal immigrants do not come by anything easily. Most of them cannot afford the costs and timelines of legal immigration. Their lives are extremely tough. Most of them are only here to make a better life and work very hard at it. I believe they should be given a path to legal residence and work permits after sufficient penalty.


  1. Yes, and a successful crowdfunding campaign assured that the man wo acted like a hero during the shooting is able to pay his medical bills. Things like this give hope!

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      1. Because you “choose to believe in the best of people.” You do this consciously and don’t take things for granted. The world needs this. Thanks for being you and making an effort to make the world a little bit kinder. It helps. So, thank you!

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        1. That’s so sweet…thank you for the support. I used to write this stuff out for myself, just to get my thoughts in an order. My sister inspired me to start a blog. Every time someone reads my writing and has something to say about it, it’s a wonderful feeling.
          Thank you😊

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