06/10/2026
Community, Neighbor, and Service
By Reflections From A Veteran
One of the things I have never agreed with is defining community primarily by race or ethnicity. I view each neighborhood, city, county, state, and nation as a distinct community. Race and ethnicity in my eyes are not of themselves a community, and dividing by them becomes divisive. When you divide by race and ethnicity, you start excluding others. Eventually a portion of your defined community or others takes an us-versus-them view because you are doing so. What defines a true community in your eyes?
To me, any fight for rights, justice, or basic human respect is my fight because everyone is part of those communities. Those are not Black issues, White issues, Hispanic issues, or Asian issues. They are human issues. Every one of us has a stake in whether people are treated with dignity and respect. If rights and justice belong to all of us, who should stand in defense of them?
Fighting for the rights, humanity, and respect of our neighbors requires the use of discernment and discretion. Not every fight is for those things despite what we might think at first blush. Lets each take our time, research the issue or incident, and understand it as fully as we can before taking a position. If after doing so we believe those principles have been violated, then we should take a stand peacefully and civilly. How do you decide when an issue deserves your voice and support?
I grew up in a very mixed and very poor neighborhood. Many of the kids I grew up with, White, Black, and Mexican, are serving time or in the ground because they never learned those lessons. Sadly, some of them were my friends. Before we were old enough to be taught otherwise, we played together and it did not matter what color someone's skin was. They were simply another kid in the neighborhood. How much of our view of community comes from the lessons we learn as children?
Looking back, that lesson has stayed with me far longer than any lesson about race ever did. To this day it kills me that I got jumped for daring to be my skin color and attend a summer program at our neighborhood park. It utterly shatters me that a young Black kid I knew and respected was killed on a dare because of his skin color. Those experiences reinforced something I already believed: hatred and prejudice are not confined to one race, one ethnicity, or one community. What experiences have most shaped your understanding of your neighbors?
That does not mean there are no boundaries to community. For me, my primary community stops at my nation's borders. That is not because people elsewhere are less human or less deserving of dignity. It is because we only have so many resources, so much time, and so much attention to give. I focus on things at home. When everyone here has their rights respected, everyone is fed, educated, and has a roof over their head, then I can broaden that scope, but not before.
That view comes directly from how I understand community. You always start in your home, then your family, then your neighbors before you worry about elsewhere. To me, even at a national level, you're my neighbor. We share the same nation, many of the same institutions, and many of the same challenges. Whether we know each other personally or not, our lives are connected in countless ways. Where do you believe our responsibilities to our neighbors begin and end?
There is also a very pragmatic reason for those priorities. When you do not take care of your household, your family, or your neighbors, those people may not be able to help you when you need it. And sooner or later we all need help. Not almost everyone. Everyone. Either they needed help at some point, or they died young. Human beings simply do not make it through life entirely on their own.
We are raised by others, taught by others, protected by others, fed by others, and cared for by others. If we live long enough, age alone usually proves the point. Community matters because every one of us will eventually find ourselves needing the support of others. Strong communities are built before the crisis arrives, not after it. They are built by people investing in one another so that no one has to face life's hardships entirely alone.
There is another part of this that I think is often misunderstood. Service to others should never be about obligation because as soon as it becomes such, you're forgetting what service is about. Many people speak about service in terms of duty. I never did. Even in the Army, I considered it a privilege, not a duty. Standing for others, helping others, defending others, and contributing to the communities I belonged to never felt like a burden I was forced to carry.
It felt like a privilege I was fortunate enough to have. To this day, I view it the same way. It is a privilege to stand for the rights of others. It is a privilege to help your neighbors. It is a privilege to strengthen your community. Service means more when it comes from gratitude and conviction rather than compulsion. What motivates a person to serve others at their best?
Community has never been about race for me. It has never been about ethnicity. It has never been about dividing people into competing groups. Community is built through shared lives, shared experiences, mutual respect, and people choosing to stand beside one another when it matters most. It begins in the home, expands to family and neighbors, and eventually reaches the nation itself. To belong to a community worth calling your own and to have the opportunity to serve it will always be one of life's greatest privileges.
Sincerely,
One Who Trained as Both Liberty's Sword and Shield