Healing our Racism

Mony Dojeiji

Carl Jung famously said, “Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.”

And what a time of awakening we are living through!

So much is being revealed, collectively and individually. So much pain awaiting transformation. So much division awaiting reconciliation.

As always, let it begin with me.

This is how I understand racism and injustice:

Racism is of the heart and mind. It is ideas, beliefs, thoughts, programs that convince us that we are somehow more than another, separate from another, with an inherent right to thrive and develop our full potential while denying those same basic rights and freedoms to another.

Injustice is the result of putting these beliefs into practice, creating systems that entrench the separation and feelings of entitlement and superiority.

Healing racism is inner work. Healing injustice is outer work.

Those of you who follow my writings know that I believe that the outer world is a projection of our inner world. We are either projecting our fears (in the form of denial, attack, racism) or expanding love (in the form of forgiveness, empathy, building equality).

So if I’m angry, resentful, entitled… what kind of just or equitable laws or systems am I going to build?

I was going to write about applying one of my favourite spiritual tools – Ho’oponopono – but instead felt called to approach the inner work from a different perspective today.

Peel back enough layers of hatred, and you will inevitably find pain. Guilt. Shame.

I’m not excusing any behaviours here, just trying to go beyond the surface. It’s easier to attack and hate than to look at the pain that keeps the hate alive; than to look at the shame of having attacked and hurt another; than to face the guilt that our individual and collective actions have caused.

Hearts divided into so many fragments cannot mend.

Souls obscured by so many layers cannot shine.

If acknowledging the shame and guilt and betraying the truth of who we are is hard, imagine how hard it is to consider forgiveness.

That we are forgiven. Because we are all children of a God Love.And a loving God would never punish a beloved child.

One of the most difficult phrases I ever read – and eventually understood – was that even Hitler went to heaven. That’s from “Conversations with God Book 1” by Neale Donald Walsch. Why? Because he too was a child of God. I encourage you to read this book for deeper context.

If we allow that thought – that we are forgiven – in, then that means we must somehow be worthy of forgiveness.

Which means we are somehow worthy of love.

“How can I accept this,” we reason, “with all the hatred that I have thought, felt, spoken and committed?”

Therein lies the greatest barrier to transformation, liberation and peace.

Because until we can accept forgiveness for the deep error in thinking we hold about who and what we are – and what we have done in consequence –, there is no room for love to enter. There’s no room for healing to take place. It’s easier to keep punishing ourselves for our errors than to accept forgiveness and love for them.

Unable to see ourselves as worthy of love, unable to accept forgiveness, we continue to perpetuate the attack, the hatred, the pain.

Unable to forgive ourselves, we cannot ask for forgiveness of another.

We cannot extend forgiveness to those who have erred, as we have.

And so in that cycle we remain, generation after generation. Until we finally say, “enough.”

This is the moment of healing we have all been waiting for. This is the love and light that’s been unleashed, and that’s bathing humanity at this time. This is the awakening we are being offered:

To finally liberate ourselves from the shackles of unworthiness,

And walk together into the promise of a world united in brotherhood, love and peace.

Let it begin with me.

Love, always 💖🙏
Mony

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