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We often think that responsibility belongs only to the person who commits the wrongdoing.
“I didn't do it.” “I am not part of it.” And perhaps that is true. We may not have committed the action ourselves. But what happens when we see something we believe is wrong and choose not to speak up? What happens when we remain silent because confronting it is uncomfortable, inconvenient, or frightening? This reflection is about that uncomfortable space between being a bystander and becoming complicit. It is about the difference between having principles and having the courage to stand by them. Taking a stand does not require aggression. Sometimes it simply requires the courage to say, “I don't agree with this, and this is why.” The question is not only whether we did something wrong. Sometimes the more important question is what we did when we knew something was wrong. I invite you to reflect with me.
The Pilatos Syndrome“It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.”
How often have we heard those words—or perhaps even said them ourselves? I didn't do it. I don't agree with it. I even complain about it. But I quietly stay on the sidelines. Wait a minute. Isn't that a double standard? I am happy when someone else stands up and speaks out. I admire their courage. I may even agree with everything they are saying. But when it is my turn to face the situation, I hesitate. Why? Am I lazy? Am I a coward? Am I afraid of the consequences? Or perhaps I simply don't want to get involved because standing up requires something from me. I complain, but I don't act. And then I ask myself: Do I really have principles? Of course I do. That is why I say, “I am not like them.” But if I belong to that group, and I see something happening that goes against my principles, is it enough simply to say that I am not responsible because I personally didn't do it? What if I don't distance myself from the wrongdoing? What if I don't protest strongly enough? What if I speak quietly, but continue standing comfortably within the same group? I may tell myself that I am not one of them. But what does everyone else see? They may see someone who is not merely a bystander, but someone who is becoming complicit. There is a difference between being guilty of doing something wrong and being responsible for what we tolerate. We may not have committed the wrongdoing ourselves, but if we knowingly remain silent, excuse it, or refuse to take a stand because it is more convenient, we cannot always wash our hands of the situation. That is what I call The Pilatos Syndrome. We wash our hands and say: “I didn't do it.” “I don't agree with it.” “That's not who I am.” But sometimes our principles require more than words. They require moral courage. Taking a stand does not mean becoming aggressive. It does not mean insulting people, humiliating them, or becoming abusive. We can speak firmly and respectfully. We can simply say: “I don't agree with this, and this is why.” We can explain our position. We can defend what we believe is right. We can choose not to participate. We can distance ourselves from actions that contradict our principles. Sometimes even a small voice matters. A drop of water seems insignificant by itself. But put many drops together and they can become a puddle. The puddle can become a stream, the stream a river, and the river eventually reaches the ocean. Our actions can be like those drops of water. One person may think, “What difference will my voice make?” But when many people stop washing their hands and start standing for what they believe is right, something changes. Because when we continually allow something we know is wrong to happen, eventually we become part of what we allowed. And that can come back to bite us. The question is not only: “Did I do it?” Perhaps the more difficult question is: “What did I do when I knew it was wrong?” That is where our principles are truly tested.
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AuthorEmma Ugarelli is my name. I grew up in Lima, Peru and immigrated to Canada two decades ago. I have a Psychology degree from Peru, and I worked as a psychologist for fifteen years. In Canada, I pursued Early Childhood Education and I have been a daycare provider for the last twenty years. I became a writer in 2021 when I published my first children's book "Lou and his Mane". I reside in Kitsilano, Vancouver, with my family and cat Ricky. Archives
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