It is so hard to know what to write when you’re living in a world turned upside-down. And that’s what I feel is going on.
I grew up being taught that when you need help, go to a policeman. But now you might be tazed if you try or if your skin is the “wrong” color shot and killed.
I was taught that the government worked in the people’s best interest and since I’m a citizen it’s working in my best interest. But I don’t think it’s in my best interest to take away freedom from those only trying to build new lives in my country, to call media reports “fake news” when they’re writing the truth.
I was taught that we live in a country where we are free to speak without fear of retribution, free to write without fear of dire consequences. Now I feel that the words I write on my computer sitting at my desk are read by those who would imprison me for writing them, that no matter where I may be I’m being watched by hidden cameras.
Paranoid? Yes, but that is what this government is causing us to become.
Fearful? Yes, but that is what’s happening when you fear gathering for worship, a concert, a shopping trip, school.
I know that good people outnumber the bad in our country. I have to believe that. I hear of Muslims taking up a collection to help a small Jewish synagogue that’s lost 11 members of its congregation to an anti-Semitic gunman. I witness people leaving their homes, their jobs, to help others who have lost their homes, their jobs to hurricanes and fires. I see people offering a hand to help others up.
But there are still those days when I think we as the human race are spinning out of control. And on those days I can only shout, “Stop the world! I want to get off!!”