posted on Sep, 6 2015 @ 02:37 AM
It is about failed presidencies, and it isn't.
It's about unconscionable meddling in the affairs of people for the mere purposes of wealth, power, prestige, and influence.
Treating people, not just in the ME, but everywhere as political pawns in some extra-special game of chess, without fear of repercussions. Thinking
they're above the law. It doesn't matter who they are.
Obama. Bush. Blair. Sadat. Begin. Khomeini. Go on back to the Caesars of Rome, Alexander. Who the Hell ever. This situation, and all the ones
throughout history like it, come as a direct result of our rolling over and showing our throats to those who we think have sharper teeth. No matter
the intent, the results are what we see before us today. Innocents lost, who should not have been.
We allow it. We cry over it. ...yet we allow it to continue for generation after generation after generation. Allowing those who hunger for power
to control us, to devalue us at their whims.
This little boy. ...and millions like him. The mother. ...and millions like her. All died because we won't bite back when it's necessary. That
father, and how many millions just like him? Scarred and destroyed because we won't bite back when necessary.
We, rightfully, decry police brutality...as we should. Yet a large number of us blame the whole for the actions of a few. Who do you suppose
benefits from that? Then others come along and vow to kill cops in some sort of misguided vengeance. We decry it, in all our righteous fury...and
many of us again, color the many for the actions of the few. Again, who benefits? Turning us against each other. Who benefits?
Syria. Rwanda. Eritrea. Soweto. Selma. Palestine. Thousands of places more infamous than those, and tens of thousands more that no one will
All of us have, at one time or another, have been led down a primrose path by people who've convinced us that the cause is just. Or righteous.
Sometimes the path is just. Or righteous. Or... But we have a habit of leaping before we look, and repenting at our leisure.
We have the ability to fix this. Fix this before we run out of little boys. ...and little girls. Their mothers and fathers. Before too many more
are scarred and wounded beyond any hope of recovery.
There is no magic cure-all. No panacea that will make it all go away before the sunsets tomorrow. Blood will be required. Probably blood that can
least be spared. But most of all, it'll require time and effort. Sweat and more sweat.
The past few days, I've had a picture of that little boy as my wallpaper on my computer screen. It's the first thing I see when I turn it on, and the
last thing I see when I shut down. Why you may ask?
I have no children of my own. But all my older sisters do. One young lady in particular means more to me than life itself. I met her when she was
all of a week old, and she's owned me heart and soul ever since I first looked into those beautiful blue eyes. She is the one person on this
benighted planet that I would die for. She's the daughter I'll never have. She's in her mid 20's now, a lovely young lady who was once this little
boys age... I can't begin to imagine the grief, the horror, that that father is dealing with right now. He made a choice to try and flee an
intolerable situation, like so many others throughout history, and like so many others, he got to live to rue the choice.
I have to try to help. Not just for me. Not just for Aylan. But for my sisters, sisters of different parents. Brothers of different parents.
...and nieces and nephews of those siblings. I'll never know them. Many of them might even hate me for whatever reason. I have to. For the sake of
my own humanity.
My little bit probably won't change the world. In fact, it's almost a certainty that it won't. But the world need people to tilt at windmills, if
only to prove that they aren't invincible giants.
It's up to us to control those whom we set up to manage the world. If we don't, we've no one to blame but ourselves for this world.
Many of you disagree. Many of you think there's nothing we can do about it. Look at the picture of that little boy, and the thousands just like him
all over the world, and tell yourself "I can't help.". There's always something you can do. You don't need to join the Army and go fight. Walk down
to the library and help in a reading program. Tutor a child in math, or history. All these things help make our world a better place.
There are seven billion of us. That's certainly enough to make a difference should we choose to. Isn't it?