They just see more because they’ve learned to turn off their minds’ tendency to jump to conclusions.*
One of the things I found myself doing as I drew the face of someone would be to think a lot about who they were in a deeper way; I would feel the the barriers that we often don’t see, falling away.
Beyond the count of 310 people killed in Sri Lankan churches and hotels, the stories of these lives caught up in the terrorist bombings and hotels are being told. They are no longer numbers, we see the people.
Over seventy years earlier, Etty Hillesum would look into the faces of the Nazis who herded her people around the camp at Westerbork or onto the trains for Auschwitz, refusing to see only the uniforms, the things:
I try to look things straight into the face, even the worst crimes, and discover the small, naked human being amid the monstrous wreckage caused by men’s senseless deeds.**
People who see in this way are our best hope, everyone’s best hope.