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Several weeks ago, I found myself at a retreat center in the woods with 400 strangers, crying, confused, and pissed off. Fortunately no one was paying attention to me. We were all captivated by Van Jones, longtime civil rights activist and current CNN commentator. He was describing the men he鈥檇 recently gotten to know who had voted for Obama鈥�twice鈥攖hen voted for Donald Trump. According to Jones, 70,000 of these voters, who were concentrated in three key states, handed the election to Trump.

The bastards, I thought.

I鈥檓 fortunate. My citizenship, whiteness, and financial situation protect me more than many from Trump鈥檚 disastrous policies. Yet I am as appalled as anybody over his election鈥攁nd now presidency鈥攁nd I have no problem blaming the people who voted for him.

But it is these very men, Jones argued, whom we must not only understand but embrace if the nation is to make real progress. If we are to win the future.

Oof. Intellectually, I agree that empathy is necessary. As the executive director of 猫咪社区!, I certainly know that we must turn toward, not against, each other. But knowing it and feeling it are two different things.

I鈥檝e been a bridge builder most of my life, and anger has never come easily. But these days, it鈥檚 easy to be angry. The more I practice, the easier it gets. I also find it convenient to label people鈥斺�渞acist,鈥� 鈥渂igot,鈥� 鈥渕isogynist鈥濃�攂ecause then it鈥檚 easier to dismiss them. And to be honest, I鈥檒l admit that this behavior gives me a bit of rush. Plus, look at any social media feed: I have plenty of company.

So as I listened to Jones speak, I was not prepared to understand these men. Yet there I was crying for them, crying for all of us. Jones had hit my empathy nerve.

Jones told the story of a man stripped of his dignity and identity and abandoned, struggling for a purpose and a place. It didn鈥檛 make things better for him that his pain could never stack up to the big traumas of genocide and slavery that so many others in our country still suffer from. He hurt. And in voting for Trump, he saw a shot鈥攈owever remote鈥攁t regaining his dignity. I couldn鈥檛 listen to Jones tell his story and still say I didn鈥檛 get it.

Over the following weeks, I saw shades of the men in my own life in Jones鈥� story, and deeper understanding set in. Shades of my father, a rescue pilot hero who was stripped of his power and purpose when he was diagnosed with massive heart disease and put on disability at 38. Shades of another relative whose family land was confiscated during the Civil War, leading to generations of poverty, anger, and abuse.  Both were somehow robbed of their chance to be 鈥済reat.鈥� I also thought of my own husband, exhausted by the brutality of capitalism and by society鈥檚 complex expectations of modern men and confounded by a masculine ideal established in some bygone era.

For me, Jones鈥� story helped bring into focus how our systems of social dominance鈥攃apitalism, racism, and patriarchy鈥攔equire winners and losers. We鈥檙e all steeped in these systems. The win-lose paradigm plays out daily in the subtle and not-so-subtle details of our lives, at work, in the kitchen, in our bank accounts. And the one system with the potential to equalize us鈥攄emocracy鈥攊s kept caged by the winners who want to stay on top. Yet, as so many have experienced, including the men in Jones鈥� story, a winner today might be a loser tomorrow, and vice versa. The bullied can become the bully.

The only way to really win our future is to win together. Jones described a bird that needs both wings to fly. But the first step is empathy, letting our hearts recognize other people鈥檚 pain. It鈥檚 a lot more work than being angry, but it鈥檚 the only work that鈥檚 worth the effort. Because when we understand that we all suffer in these systems of dominance, we can find common purpose: to free our democracy鈥攁nd ourselves.

Thanks, Van Jones.

Video excerpts of Van Jones鈥� talk at the Being Fearless conference, October 2017, published with permission of the .