Ode to the Crazy People

Today I went to see the Batsheva Dance Company at the Benedum and ended up being overwhelmed with a series of emotions. There were a bunch of protesters outside the theater holding signs and pacing peacefully back and forth. I walked past them as quickly as possible, embarrassed for contributing to anything opposed to by a human rights group. I had done my research beforehand and decided not to go, but ended up receiving a free ticket before the show. 

So I went, and ended feeling immensely guilty. One, for not taking a clear stance either way on the issue. Secondly, for passing up the protesters without stopping to chat. They obviously are very passionate about the issue, braving the cold and angry looks, and surely had something important to say. I felt as though I redeemed myself a bit more later in the night, though.

Even though we ignored the protests outside, it stirred conversations inside, and I was able to explain both sides of the conflict. However, I'm not here to write about the problems facing Israel right now, because to be perfectly honest, it confuses me and I don't want to get the facts wrong.

I want to challenge you to stop and think when someone goes out of their way to project a message. Standing outside in the cold in front of lots of Batsheva-going people is rather brave to me. So the next time you see protesters, regardless of whether or not you find the cause pointless or disagree, strike up a conversation. They are obviously passionate about what they stand for, passionate enough to risk rejection and harsh opposition. It doesn't mean you have to agree with anything they say, just get a different perspective.

Wouldn't the world be better off if we all opened our minds just a bit more?