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Struggling with Hate based on prejudice

I am really struggling with what feels like a rising level of prejudice bases fear in my local community and our world. 

I fear what this rise will mean for the future in my lifetime. my daughters and generations beyond.

Seeing the increased hatred of immigrants and refugees, LGBTQ2S+ or anyone seen as hurts my heart. Immigrants enrich our world, my community, and my life in countless ways. 



I know EVERY Canadian unless they are an immigrant themselves has ancestors that were immigrants. Whether that was a generation ago or so far back there is no record. Humanity did not originate here. We all came from somewhere else.


Every one of us is a unique member of the global community. No two people have had the same life. 

Far too many people are willing to make choices for others based on their own prejudices instead of having a discussion with "the others".

I struggle with how I can effect a truly positive change to this negative direction to help with the righting the course of it. 

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