Post below originally lifted from my post on PoFo.
One of the more important aspects of "peace" and "pacifism" is the idea that we are always ready to negotiate for a peaceful solution, even with people who we think of as evil. For the truth is that we all have something evil about us... The difference is whether we let it grow far out of our heart or whether we are able to put the sparks out before they become a fire or a conflagration.
So, even when we see someone as nothing more than a gangster, we have to acknowledge that there is soemthing about them that is also worthwhile within them, and that they are someone that we can achieve a peace with.
I am not saying that there are zero circumstances in which violence should ever be wielded, but rather I am suggesting that the true root of peace has to be in viewing every human as having the potentialities for peace... And this means connecting to them more profoundly.
When we start calling people tyrants, we quickly learn that there is almost no limit to the number of people that we can call tyrants.
I think Christianity promotes a more "liberal" and "tolerant" worldview by suggesting we are all sinners...
That means engaging the practicing LGBTQ people who show no signs of repentance with dignity, respect, and kindness, not even in solely to "convert" them, but to legitimately honor the image of God within them and to also to love your neighbor sincerely...
That also means doing the same for people we truly believe are tyrants.
There's this great Kahlil Gibran poem -
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.
When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
He gathered himself and went out from the city, where he sat under a tree and wept bitterly. Then he lifted his puzzled eyes to heaven while hunger was eating his inside, and he said, 'Oh Lord, I went to the rich man and asked for employment, but he turned me away because of my shabbiness; I knocked at the school door, but was forbidden solace because I was empty- handed; I sought any occupation that would give me bread, but all to no avail. In desperation I asked alms, but They worshippers saw me and said 'He is strong and lazy, and he should not beg.'
'Oh Lord, it is Thy will that my mother gave birth unto me, and now the earth offers me back to You before the Ending.'
His expression then changed. He arose and his eyes now glittered in determination. He fashioned a thick and heavy stick from the branch of the tree, and pointed it toward the city, shouting, 'I asked for bread with all the strength of my voice, and was refused. Not I shall obtain it by the strength of my muscles! I asked for bread in the name of mercy and love, but humanity did not heed. I shall take it now in the name of evil! '
The passing years rendered the youth a robber, killer and destroyer of souls; he crushed all who opposed him; he amassed fabulous wealth with which he won himself over to those in power. He was admired by colleagues, envied by other thieves, and feared by the multitudes.
His riches and false position prevailed upon the Emir to appoint him deputy in that city - the sad process pursued by unwise governors. Thefts were then legalized; oppression was supported by authority; crushing of the weak became commonplace; the throngs curried and praised.
Thus does the first touch of humanity's selfishness make criminals of the humble, and make killers of the sons of peace; thus does the early greed of humanity grow and strike back at humanity a thousand fold!
Poem Hunter
This reminds me also of the Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh writing his poem where he pities and sympathizes with the pirate who SA'd a young girl... This is, of course, just wild to think about - to sympathize with someone who does that to a defenseless girl...! But... This is the level of spiritual enlightenment that one ought to try to pursue...
From his poem Call Me By my True Names:
I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time
to eat the mayfly.
I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.
I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.
I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to, my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.
My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all walks of life.
My pain is like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.
This is the true spirit of peace....
One that sympathizes with every single sort of moral failure, and attempts to right the problem through such sympathy, for the sake of the benefit of all parties - including those who are morally wrong.
This sort of destruction of dichotomies... of connecting the sufferer with those who inflict suffering... Is exceedingly powerful, and I think once you can do that... You can talk about peace more meaningfully.