There is a lot of talk about love here in Asheville, and I have experienced the crystalline-heart-chakra energy this holy place carries. But why isn't this love being shared cross-culturally? If you are going to talk about love, you better talk about love for your sisters and brothers of different colors, otherwise nothing has been accomplished. Love is not a fashion or a buzzword, it is a practice! Remember, this current reality in which we live is all based on ideas and thoughts — not heartfelt compassion, otherwise there would be a lot more care in its dealings.
Let's strip things down to the bare bone; let's peel the skin back 'cause it's not "all good"! Let us not say that everything is hunky-dory here in Asheville. It may be a bit honky-dory, especially regarding race relations. There are some really good parts about this town, but the racist underbelly needs to be exposed, talked about and brought out into the open. Then, together we can dump the skeletons out of the closets.
Love and compassion are just wimpy words without the tooth and nail to protect them. I say P.C. really means "petty control." I talked to this guy about going to buy some cigarettes downtown one night, and he said, "There's no store around here." I said, "There's a little store right down the road." "The Hot Spot," he said. "Yeah!" I said. He said, "Oh, that place is real shady; I don't want that vibe in my aura." Spirituality is a holy, unifying thing; it is not for some fool to use as a whim to continue this deep-rooted segregation that permeates this town.
It's hard not to get upset when it seems that everyone in Asheville is more worried about recycling than the quality of life of their fellow human beings. The pay rate in this town is so low that people of all races might as well just be slaves; at least we might get fed better. Maybe it's time for a living wage; let's put some love where it really counts: into the lives of others less fortunate and of different cultural origins — red, black, white and yellow. As the Hopi see themselves as people of clay, from the substance of the Earth herself, and as the Earth has different colors without discrimination and intolerance, so should we as a people gaze at one another.
— James Raven