I saw this little lost towel tucked into a fence on my way home last night. There they were the three little monkeys staring at me. Well, at least one was staring at me, because one of them had his hands tight over his eyes. At one time I used to think this was a good policy to have, because if one follows it then one should be able to stay out of trouble. Yesterday I started to think about it in a new light. If one sees evil shouldn’t he/she speak out about it? If one hears evil doings aren’t we obligated to speak up to correct the wrong? I think I still agree about not speaking no evil.
When I was seeing evil in the wake of September 11, 2001, I spoke up with my lens. I felt the need to understand the duality of the evil that had been perpetrated and the evil in the response to it. When by brothers in Miami saw the horrible conditions in Hati, they journeyed down to the devastated country to lend a helping hand. These actions were only possible because we opened our eyes and saw the evil, and we we moved to reacted to it.
With all the horrible words being slung around the world as easily as dust in the wind, it is time for us to stand up and say enough. When we see or hear evil, we must not speak the evil, but we must combat the evil with light. With light that is so bright that the evil will have no place to hide.