A Broken Moral Compass

A Broken Moral Compass

Tomorrow is my birthday, and while I'm excited to celebrate another year around the sun, my heart is heavy. Today as I drove in to work, I thought about what I see as a broken moral compass in our world.

Recently, I had a thoughtful conversation with some special folks about whether weather manipulation is real—whether humans can actually control the weather. We didn’t land in the same place, and that was okay. We agreed to disagree. It felt healthy. It felt respectful. And in many ways, I realized we were saying similar things, just using different language.

That conversation stayed with me.

I believe it is healthy to agree to disagree.
I believe it is healthy for us to hold different opinions about many things.
I believe it is healthy for people to cheer for different teams and even align with different political parties.

A true moral compass makes room for diversity, equity, and inclusion—regardless of how far right or left, comfortable or uncomfortable we may be.

But once a compass tilts toward evil…
Toward murder…
Toward physically harming others…

Those leaning in that direction are no longer operating from a moral compass at all. They are operating from rage, fear, and a desire to control people who don’t believe, look, or live like they do.

Someone may believe “white is right.” That belief alone—however ridiculous and dangerous—exists in the realm of opinion.

But when someone seeks to harm, kill, or terrorize others because of their skin color or differences?

We have a problem.

That is not opinion.
That is violence.
That is criminal.

And when left unchecked, it doesn’t just tilt the scale.

It breaks it.

Our scale has been broken for a long time.

It was broken while Black, Brown, and Indigenous people were screaming, organizing, resisting, and showing the world what was happening—often without being believed. Thank God for cell phones. Thank God for cameras. Thank God for the receipts.

Meanwhile, those who benefited from the broken scale created more systems of control and manipulation—often boldly, often laughing in our faces—while many of the people who look like me were pressured to hate ourselves, do more, be more, and contort into shapes that fit a corrupted compass.

Now those same forces have recruited others- criminals, liars, pedophiles, kidnappers, into their morally bankrupt ideologies. And the harm is no longer aimed only at Black, Brown, and Indigenous communities—but at anyone who stands in the way of their hunger for ultimate control.

I am grateful that eyes are opening.
I am grateful that folks are coming together.
I am grateful that hearts are atoning.
And I grieve the immeasurable suffering, trauma, and theft of self-love along the way.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. reminded us:
“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”

As more of us awaken, I believe it’s time to tell the truth:

Our compass isn’t merely bent.

It is broken.

To the leaders of this emerging world:
Blessings to each and every one of you!
May you remember that real change requires more than surface reform.

We must dismantle ICE.
We must dismantle the DOJ as it currently exists.
We must dismantle all systems of oppression.

And then—we must build something new.

A new compass.
One where every voice is seen.
Every story is heard.
Every body is valued.

Only then can we truly live as one.

May all beings be safe.
May all beings be happy.
May all beings be healthy.
May all beings live with peace.

With Love,

Me