I start each blog here on Mondays with the intention of being interesting or funny or at least sarcastic (if only to amuse myself) but it’s been difficult lately. I don’t have the words to express my sadness and anger and frustration the state of the world currently requires.
Rape isn’t funny.
Murder isn’t funny.
Bigotry isn’t funny.
Politics? Well, that ceased to be funny a while ago. While one side is decidedly headed by a profoundly hilarious clown, I can’t laugh when I see how many people think he is a valid example of a world leader, especially when he pulls out his favorite Lincoln-Douglas debate retort: I know you are but what I am, you loser. (Now that I think about it, maybe PeeWee Herman deserves a write-in campaign this year.)
And then there is hate.
And then there is violence.
And then there are tears and wailing at walls and for walls.
And then there is pointing fingers and demanding answers and assigning blame.
And then there is a call for retribution, blind though it may be.
And then there is a reminder that we do not yet have all the answers.
And then we fold in when we remember black and white are just for words on a page.
And then we sift through the grey particles of our grey matter as we search for truth and meaning.
And then we bury the dead and we bury our feelings.
And then we wait.
We wait for something to be done. Surely something will be done THIS time, right?
I am tired of counting the dead. I am tired of having to prove the worth of a woman. I am tired of explaining the self-evident concept of “all are created equal”.
I join a chorus of women – of people – who call (yet, one more time) for something better.
Your right to hate ends at our right to live in peace.