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FOR JUST A FEW days, let’s stop screaming at each other over the omnipresence of guns in our society, over the racist brutality of a few rogue cops, over the fear that pervades too many neighborhoods and communities this day and every day.
Let’s just stop and mourn and wonder how in the world America became this unspeakably, relentlessly terrorized place.
How America became a nation where black men fear for their lives during traffic stops. Where police officers are scared of the skies during a protest in a major American city. Where dozens of gay people can be slaughtered at a Florida dance club. Where children aren’t safe in a Connecticut first-grade classroom, or in lecture rooms at Virginia Tech.
Whether we recognize it or not, that is who we are now. We are a nation at war. With ourselves. Daily. Constantly.
Our divisions are myriad. The common thread remains the lethality of the weapons used, whether with a sniper’s precision or with a spree killer’s mania or with a mother’s ruptured sanity.
We grope for answers and find them in Islamic extremism or racism or mental instability or parental neglect or. Or.
Or, simply, this is who we are now. A nation mourning again. Questioning again. Finding no answers again. Coming together again to mourn our dead. Again.
That union will be too brief, as it always is now, ended by ambitious politicians who can’t wait for the blood to dry. By our tribal politics in which too many Americans will sacrifice too many values for one more electoral victory. As if that defines this nation instead of what we do to comfort each other and end this violence.
We are better than this.
Now, we are five officers dead in Dallas, shot from above by a sniper positioned for maximum carnage. We are a Minnesota man shot in his car, reaching for his wallet, by a nervous patrolman. We are 49 people killed on Latin Night in an Orlando nightclub by a man who professed allegiance to the Islamic State. We are nine people killed at a Bible study in a Charleston church by a white supremacist trying to spark a race war.
We are the dead and the living. We are the mourned and the mourning.
We are a United States soaked in the blood of our divisions. Those divisions will most certainly grow deeper. But we are better than this.
We’ve created and abetted this society, allowed it to be overseen by leaders incapable of inspiring the unity of purpose necessary to end this war among us, leaders who divide us with reckless rhetoric and self-forgiving prayers. People shouting at each other about whose fault it is.
But we are better than this. We have to be better than this.
A choice must be made: We can be the America of constant bloodshed. Of greedy and incompetent politicians. Of tireless division and vituperation.
Or we can be something better. Something glorious. Something united, for a change.
The Virginian-Pilot Editorial Board
originally posted by: SeaYote
a reply to: Pandaram
It is time we give a damn.
Regardless of history, any person's origin, we have the potential,right now, to stop this descent into a failed nation.
Giving a damn matters.
Having a moral compass, how we treat our fellow man/woman matters.