We don’t want your pity. None of us survivors do. We want compassion – and that’s a different thing over all.
Pity implies some weakness; pity implies some wall. Pity shows you have compassion – but you don’t understand at all.
Pity is what you feel when you walk on by; compassion is when you stop and try to help; lifting up your fellow mankind.
Pity is what makes you avert your eyes; compassion is what makes your eyes turn back to this thing.
Pity is weak.
Compassion is strong.
Pity is a thing you reserve for lesser things; animals caught in some trap. You may bend over to help them – but all in all, it makes them feel like lesser beings, weaklings without control; and giving control of their life to you.
It can make someone miserable.
Compassion is based upon and understanding of the heart. It is through understanding we can find compassion; pity is just the door. To enter you must knock with the knowledge that this is something you have understood before; for in understanding comes compassion, and with a little luck some more.
Compassion lifts someone; it helps them. It puts power back into their lives and robs them of nothing. It is the lifting hand which inspires one to reach down and lift their own selves by their own bootstraps.
Pity leaves one asking for more; it dis-empowers you; takes something away.
Pity is a hard emotion.
Compassion is golden and kind.
Understanding yields compassion and that compassion can yield even more. It can lead to forgiveness – and that is something we’re seeking for. For in forgiveness is love and understanding, and in love compassion true.
So don’t pity us . . . we can’t take it
Compassion is all we’re asking for.