Dear Khodayar, as humans we share things. You and I can be
hurt, we can be beaten and tortured. You and I can be scared and we can be
enslaved. You and I can be humilliated and we can be killed. These are things
that can be done to us or to any other human. I know I have protections against
these things happening that others don’t have. I have my maleness, my whiteness
and my wealth. But these are still possibilities for all of us, for all the
sisters and brothers of this world.
Khodayar, all these things were done to you. They were done
by other humans. These are bad things, ugly things. Things that should never be
done. I am terrified to change places with you, for these things to happen to
me. You needed asylum but you ended up in the barrens. A place bereft of
compassion and love, that runs on racist violence. All you knew were false
humane slogans and harsh treatments. You knew such bitterness here in the
barrens. Love Stephen
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