reggae music takes me to my island. but i feel deeply disturbed by rastafarians who are homophobic.
stay out of other people’s bidness. we are all jah’s children. the only lesson is kindness.
i walked away from a reggae show the other night feeling so incredibly uplifted. the famous musician and his great band were energetic, passionate, very gifted. there were lyrics advocating non-violence, tolerance, self-respect. the audience was a lovely mix of colors, shapes, sizes, hairstyles and body odors. and the only smoke in the air was that of ganja.
after dancing my heart out i walked away feeling like i’d just seen the best reggae show of my life.
the next day i surfed the internet to learn more about this musician. i read the lyrics of a song he wrote about shooting gay people in the head. i saw a clip of him performing it on stage. and i read that he’d been tried – though acquitted – for gay bashing. good people are protesting this very tour he’s on. and i just spent a blissed out evening under his song.
it makes me feel more than a little icky.
i can only hope that he will find the way of wisdom. repent the injustices he's advocated. beg for forgiveness from those he's hurt. and use his gift without discrimination.
but i can be pretty idealistic.