I write this with a heavy heart, burdened by the profound sense of astonishment I feel towards the attitude of hatred that abounds in our community. The belief I’ve held, that everyone is inherently good, and that the inclusion and acceptance of all, and being able to embrace diversity as an attainable goal, is being challenged in a way I never could’ve imagined.
Our community is sold as one that is rich in culture, heritage, and where neighbors look out for one another. A sense of belonging and camaraderie, if you will. And, sure, I see those things. However, it grieves me to witness the growing intolerance and prejudice towards people who do not conform to what many in this community deem the “norm.” People, human beings with feelings who, by no fault of their own, are ostracized, bullied, or treated with disdain simply because they don’t fit a predetermined mold.
Have these individuals caused harm? Inflicted pain upon the community? Does their very existence affect your daily life?
The pervasive act of bullying based on nationality, sexual orientation, or the color of one’s skin is unacceptable. It perpetuates division and discrimination, often inflicting profound damage to the mental health and wellbeing of all involved. Bullying in any form chips away at the very fabric of our shared humanity.
Since my family moved back to Fosston in 2013, I have consistently witnessed and heard first-hand accounts of bullying from both children and adults. The unfolding of recent events has prompted me to finally raise my voice, acknowledging the potential impact on my family. And, because of that, I fervently hope that this letter inspires others to do the same, with the aim of catalyzing a positive transformation.
Strength in a community lies in the ability to embrace diversity and appreciate the unique contributions of all its members. By alienating, or making them feel “less than” we stifle innovation, creativity, and growth. Communities will only continue to thrive when all its members are free from the fear of rejection or discrimination.
“Discomfort” with who someone is at their very core is simply a sneaky euphemism for prejudice. And, simply “tolerating” is not enough.
If the goal is to push people out of the community who invest in change and progress, you’re succeeding. It’s happened before, and it will happen again. My family and I may be next.
Do we, as a community, aspire to create a place where compassion, empathy, and understanding are the guiding principles? Or, do we want the children of this community to inherit and continue to promote narrow-mindedness and bigotry?
The journey towards a more inclusive and accepting community requires its members to confront their own biases and preconceived notions, to challenge the status quo. Dialogue with those outside your circle. Empathize with not only those being bullied, but their families. Engage in open and honest conversations. In order to build bridges of understanding and acceptance, one must be willing to step outside their comfort zone. If we truly wish to create a community that cherishes the inherent worth and dignity of every individual, that is what must happen.
As parents, friends, and leaders in the community, I implore you to reflect on the impact of your actions and words. Everyone deserves to feel safe, valued, and appreciated. Celebrate diversity as a source of strength and recognize it as an opportunity for growth.
Let’s redirect this community’s collective energy towards building a better future for all–a future where love triumphs over hatred and the uniqueness of each individual is celebrated. Let’s create a legacy of compassion and acceptance. One that future generations can be proud to inherit, not run from.
With unwavering hope and determination,
Heidi Danos
Whole human race going very much downhill. This is a pervasive phenomenon. I also see it here in a city in Florida where I have lived off and on during the past six years. Every time I come here I want to leave. It takes about four months. I just see that everyone is closed-minded and it is just a bad feeling. I don't know where I will go next.