I know there are people out there who can find something sensible to say about the state of humanity right now, but I’m not one of them. I can only sit here wondering if we’ll figure out how to stop this hate-fueled train before we devolve into complete chaos and Escape from New York isn’t just a movie scenario. The unending, unpunished murders of black people by police, the mass shootings, the bombings, the way we treat each other because he doesn’t look like I do, she doesn’t believe as I do, they don’t think and act like I do, or live according to my standards …. Remember when you were a kid and your parents told you — or what you’ve passed on to your own kids — about how cool it is to be different? How important and wonderful it is that you can be yourself, and how you should celebrate your individuality, not worry about dressing like or looking like or being one of the “in” crowd? When in our brains does all that change? When is it that we become so intolerant that we stop seeing each other as fellow kids on the playground? Because, little kids, they just don’t care about such things. They want to play; they see other kids to play with; they play with the other kids. Little kids don’t worry about color of skin or what religion the other kid’s parents are, or whether they have two moms, two dads, or one of each. Whatever moment that feeling changes, the second that “free to be you and me” feeling we all shared as kids turns into something else: that’s the moment we have to go back to. We have to fix it. We have to hold on to that second in time, and we have to carry it around with us the rest of our lives. Because, what we’re doing right now: it’s all wrong. It makes me want to scream. It makes you want to scream. Real life has turned into a horror show, and we should all be screaming our heads off.
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BLACK LIVES MATTER. Scream it today and every day.