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The Right to Be Different
Please pay attention to this quote from the book “My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry” (by Fredrik Backman):
“Elsa is seven years old and different. Her grandmother is seventy-seven years old and crazy — as in standing-on-the balcony-firing-paintball-guns-at-strangers crazy. She is also Elsa’s best, and only, friend. At night, Elsa takes refuge in her grandmother’s stories, in the Land-of-Almost-Awake and the Kingdom of Miamas, where everybody is different and nobody needs to be normal.
When Elsa’s grandmother dies and leaves behind a series of letters apologizing to people she has wronged, Elsa’s greatest adventure begins. Her grandmother’s instructions lead her to an apartment building full of misfits, monsters, attack dogs, and old crones, but also to the truth about fairy tales and kingdoms and a grandmother like no other.
It is a story about life and death and one of the most important human rights:
the right to be different.”
I hope that you appreciate this description as much as me.
In my eyes, I don’t perceive much of the world to respect this human right:
the right to be different.
What do you think?
Do you think that your neighbors growing up respected this right?
How about your former classmates growing up? Did they respect this right?
How is anyone to love this world while not respecting this human right?
