She made a raw cry that rose up from deep inside, like the rending of a heart, the most soul splitting sound of grief I have ever heard. Her body shook with the violent sobs as she managed to explain that her husband had died unexpectedly, violently the evening before.
My first thought?
Please, God, when I die let there be someone who loves me that much….
My second thought?
Why? Why does it have to be this way?
This sound has been heard all over the country, over and over again. This is not about guns so much as it is about fear.
And as a consequence, anger.
Fix the fear.
It is going to get worse, isn’t it?
If shooting someone makes all of this better, then here. Take me. Kill me, right now. I will die willingly if it means no more death for anyone else on either side of this divide, if it means my kids and your kids can live in peace.
I cannot bear to watch anyone else die, no matter what color their skin. Everyone has the right to feel safe, protected. This woman. Protesters. Police. You. Me. Everyone.