The Light We Give: How Sikh Wisdom Can Transform Your Life - Hardcover

Singh, Simran Jeet

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0593087976 ISBN 13: 9780593087978

Verlag: Riverhead Books, 2022

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A National Bestseller

“I love this book… It is rich in wisdom, religious and personal, and it is absolutely charming.” —Anne Lamott, author of Dusk, Night, Dawn and Help, Thanks, Wow

An inspiring approach to a happier, more fulfilling life through Sikh teachings on love and service.

As a boy growing up in South Texas, Simran Jeet Singh and his brothers confronted racism daily: at school, in their neighborhood, playing sports, and later in college and beyond. Despite the prejudice and hate he faced, this self-described “turban-wearing, brown-skinned, beard-loving Sikh” refused to give in to negativity. Instead, Singh delved deep into the Sikh teachings that he grew up with and embraced the lessons to seek the good in every person and situation and to find positive ways to direct his energy. These Sikh tenets of love and service to others have empowered him to forge a life of connection and a commitment to justice that have made him a national figure in the areas of equity, inclusion, and social justice. 
           
The Light We Give lays out how we can learn to integrate ethical living to achieve personal happiness and a happier life. It speaks to those who are inspired to take on positive change but don’t know where to begin. To those who crave the chance to be empathetic but are afraid of looking vulnerable. To those who seek the courage to confront hatred with love and compassion. Singh reaches beyond his comfort zone to practice this deeper form of living and explores how everyone can learn the insights and skills that have kept him engaged and led him to commit to activism without becoming consumed by anger, self-pity, or burnout.
 
Part memoir, part spiritual journey, The Light We Give is a transformative book of hope that shows how each of us can turn away from fear and uncertainty and move toward renewal and positive change.

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Simran Jeet Singh, Ph.D is Executive Director for the Religion & Society Program at the Aspen Institute and a visiting professor of history and religion at Union Theological Seminary. He is a Soros Equality Fellow with the Open Society Foundations, and in 2020 TIME magazine recognized him among sixteen people fighting for a more equal America. He is a columnist for the Religion News Service, and his work has appeared in The New York Times, The Washington Post, and on CNN. Singh is the author of the award-winning children’s book Fauja Singh Keeps Going. He lives in New York City with his family.

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It used to bother me a lot when people shared their racist views to my face. My anger would keep me from responding clearly—even responding at all. Even now, as a grown man, I still don't always know the right answer, in part because I believe there's no winning when it comes to racism, and in part because each situation requires its own measured response.

Yet I have developed different ways to meet each racist encounter, confident of who I am and unapologetic about how I look.

I have learned that deflecting ignorance and hate doesn't help anyone, and that we won't ever truly care for one another until we connect with one another. I have also learned that we can't lecture our way into people's hearts, and that opening ourselves up to strangers takes courageous vulnerability. The greatest payoff of sharing ourselves with one another is going beyond our individual experiences and seeing life from other viewpoints. Every day we can give the gift of empathy, to one another and to ourselves.

Sharing our stories is hard and uncomfortable, but as with my choice to wear my turban, I believe the rewards far outweigh the costs. It is in this spirit that I invite you into my own life. My sincere hope is that you might see and feel what it's like to walk in my shoes, as a brown-skinned, turban-wearing, beard-loving, sports-playing dude, trying to create a life of happiness for himself and his family in modern America.


One: Home?


A few years ago, I was just outside my apartment building in New York City when I saw an elderly white woman trip and fall as she was crossing the street. I rushed over to help her and extended my hand. She reached up gratefully, but when she saw the turban on my head she jerked her arm back. Her face scrunched up, then opened back up to release a voice from deep within: "Go back to where you came from!"

I didn't expect my offer to help would trigger such a reaction. When I was younger and heard similar comments, my body would tense up, unsure whether to lash out in anger or shrink back in fear. Though both responses are natural and justifiable in their own way, neither struck me as right in these situations.

Coming face-to-face with hate regularly over the years helped prepare me for this moment. I had come to understand that there are other ways to respond that go beyond fear and anger, a middle path to dealing with the painful moments we encounter that can help us receive hate without internalizing it. While she saw me as a foreigner who threatened her safety, I saw her as I've learned to see all people: a fellow human being trying to bring security, coherence, and joy into her life. Isn't this concern for and interest in one another what makes us human?

Within seconds of the woman's exclamation, I knew what I wanted to do. I called over onlookers to help get her off the street and out of danger, standing by her until she was safe before going on my way.

I chose to care for this stranger, even though she clearly didn't care for me. In a moment when it would have been easier to feel hurt and to walk away, I decided instead to double down on her humanity—and my own.

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I'm still amused when people tell me to go back to where I came from. It's not that I don't know what they mean, and it's not that I don't know what racism is. I grew up in Texas with a turban, beard, and brown skin, so I've been dealing with racism my whole life. I was born and raised in San Antonio and am an American. My family and I watched American movies growing up. Many of the athletes in the posters that hung on my bedroom walls were American, including David Robinson, Mia Hamm, and Muhammad Ali. I was even terrible at world geography as a kid—and what's more American than that?

Yet when people tell me to go back to where I came from, I know what they mean: You look foreign and dangerous, and we'd feel better if you left.

When it's safe and appropriate, I respond with a tactic that I've come to love over the years: humor.

Sometimes I have a little fun at their expense by putting on a thick Southern drawl: "Well, bless your heart!" I exclaim, drawing out each word as if it had at least two syllables. "My mama would love you. She keeps telling me to move home to Texas, too!"

I watch them squirm with confusion, and before they can figure out what's going on, I reach up to my turban and give it an imaginary tug, as if tipping a ten-gallon cowboy hat.

Other times I might reply earnestly, as if unaware of their malice: "Thank you so much for your thoughtful advice. I really appreciate it."

When people are being especially hateful, I prefer to ignore their nasty comments and continue on with my day, as if I didn't have a care in the world and they didn't exist. Nothing bothers them more than realizing their hate doesn't bother me.

Some friends who don't deal with racism have asked how I can find humor in these moments. I'm never quite sure how to answer that question. From my viewpoint, it's hard to imagine enduring daily provocation without humor.

What I do know, and what many people from marginalized groups also know, is that it's possible to remain calm in the face of hate. One can learn how by maintaining perspective—and with lots of practice.

It has also helped to recognize that people telling me to "go home" says more about them than it does about me. I've come to understand that their words reveal cultural ignorance, that underneath their statement is a pair of twin assumptions: that the United States is not a place for people who look like me, and that there is a place in this world where I truly belong.

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My parents and ancestors hail from Punjab, a region in South Asia that spans northwestern India and modern-day Pakistan. We speak Punjabi, one of the ten most widely spoken languages in the world. And we eat Punjabi food—roti, daal, sabji, cholay—or at least many of us do. I personally prefer pizza to roti, to the embarrassment of pretty much everyone I know.

My family maintains a distinct appearance as part of our Sikh faith, which is known in the West as Sikhism and in Punjabi as Sikhi. "Sikhi" is the original Punjabi term for the tradition, pronounced with a long e at the end as in "queen." Sikhism is the later English form popularized through colonialism.

In 1469 CE, a boy named Nanak was born to Hindu parents in the village of Talvandi (now Nankana Sahib, in his honor). From childhood, young Nanak noticed the unhappiness, divisions, and inequities all around him. As he matured, Nanak began to offer a new vision for finding joy and purpose that centered around the daily practices of spiritual growth (nam japna), ethical living (kirat karni), and selfless giving (vand chakna). Nanak saw all existence as interconnected, and he decided to establish a new community that would live by a set of core principles, including equality, humility, integrity, service, and love. For many Sikhs, including myself, wearing the turban is a public commitment to living by these values.

I started wearing a turban when I was three years old. Not because there's something holy or special about that age. That's just when my hair grew long enough to wrap into a bun on top of my head. Until then, my mom would braid my hair into pigtails every morning. Pigtails are a common look for Punjabi Sikh toddlers—we're nothing if not trendsetters. Moreover, I think my mom secretly loved the pigtails because she really wanted at least one daughter.

Each morning, before school, my mom would line the four of us up at the kitchen counter. We would chatter over peanut butter toast and milk while she stood behind us, combing, braiding, and twisting our long, uncut hair until it was taut but not too tight. She'd then...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Riverhead Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2022
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593087976
• ISBN 13: 9780593087978
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Anzahl der Seiten: 320
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