There is nothing else to talk about. No other subjects are on my mind, no other topics are valid. It's hard to even place word after word here and now- because its almost as though the world has lost its luster.
But here I am, and I'm writing about the shootings. About the injustices, about the things we've tried to drown out time after time when they've appeared on our social media outlets and news. Not that I have anything insightful to say, mind you, but rather because I'm trying to figure it out for myself.
Never has the murder of someone been okay in my heart. Nor do I think its okay in anyone's, but it just seems downright obscene to me. So when I saw that three people on three different occasions had been murdered, all by police, all with guns as the weapon, I was devastated. Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, and Dylan Noble are no longer here with us because of gun powder and sharp-shooters. So many people were up in arms because suddenly it wasn't about race. Dylan Noble was a Caucasian 19 year old boy who was killed during a traffic stop, and he changed the scene.
But since this isn't a cliff-hanger and since you're all avid citizens yourselves, you know it got worse. 5 lives were taken by means of gun powder and sharp-shooters, but devastatingly enough the citizens who they swear to protect were the direct hands by which they were killed. There are no words.
It's not police brutality. It's not gun violence. I honestly don't know what it is, but something is wrong. If we had no police we would still have shooters, if we had no guns we would still have violence. It's some sort of cycle that is just sickening. It's a culture of "eye for an eye." It's a feud over superiority. Why do we have to assume the worst of people?
Yes, there were cops at the #BLM (Black Lives Matter) movement in Dallas, but they were not there as threats. They were protecting the protesters from any outside rioters or antagonists, but yet they were the ones attacked. Doesn't that confuse anyone else? Our protectors, murdered by us?
Again, I'm just plain confused. I don't know why this violence keeps happening and I'm keeping the news off for fear of what I may see. The part that is the most devastating is that I can't see an end in sight. A fire has been ignited, a terrible- hate-fueled fire- over real issues that require real actions. Do we know what actions we want, or are we going straight-ahead hoping to figure it out along the way? How can we say we want peace if we still find guilt on another party? Forgiveness is the roots that supply all things fruitful, and if we can't forgive the past then we can't ever create a future.
I just know that through the dark, the Lord is here. No matter how bleak things look, I will have hope - I hope America does, too.
