Like everyone else, I sit here in shock and disbelief. It is as if we have all fallen down a rabbit hole into a land where life means nothing. White officers shooting black men; a black man shooting white officers.
We want answers, but there aren’t any. People call for dialogue, but no one wants to listen. Empty rhetoric from our politicians. Tears from families torn apart.
People call for change. Until we can see each other as brothers and sisters, all children of God, nothing will change.
We aren’t ready to give up our preconceived prejudices, our fear of “otherness.” We are all afraid. Who will be next? Will it be my friend’s son, a colleague, the friendly clerk at the convenience store?
Authors write dystopian novels, never dreaming that their imagination is closer to reality than we want to believe. Their bleak future is now.
I have no words. I wish I did. I wish I could write something so powerful that people would take heed, shake their heads, and say, “We will do better because we can.”
Oh yeah, I forgot. Someone did. In the Bible, the Talmud, the Quran.
“Thou shalt not kill.”
Who will be brave enough to lay down his weapon and speak for peace?