would i be considered insane if i kept all the clippings from the papers that tell the stories of the women and girls that are raped and murdered?
it would fill up all the space and day after day layer
on top of one another
all the women
all the women
all the WOMEN
why the women?
i have too many questions to ask about why women are killed and so many other horrible, horrible things that i should name because we need to actually be shocked into
action and remember
our compassion
and empathy
for a person’s life-
a person, a beautiful, beautiful person
who has a mother and a father
and a brother and friends
and high school friends and neighborhood friends
and work friends and college friends and sports team friends
and dreams
and loves
and lovers
and people she has loved and been intimate with
and opened her self and
and she has once or maybe many times
jumped, leaped, dove into the depths
of vulnerability and truth and trust
and then, one day
a man, a man, a man, a man?
comes and hits her
or beats her
or rapes her
or kills her
or hits, beats, rapes and kills her
and then we broadcast this on the news
and the headlines flash and rush past as 5 second recaps of the daily sports games
stream across the bottom of the screen
and we can see what news report will air in 2 minutes counting down
120, 119, 118, 117..........60, 59, 58, 57, 56, 55, 54 seconds
and the graphic in the corner flashes
BREAKING NEWS
and they are talking about a person
a person
that beautiful person
that baby, that toddler, that first day of school, that teenage confusion, and young adult wonder
that person
PERSON
say it-
P E R S O N
you, me
our interbe
and it happens
each and every day
and each and every day
these stories and words
stream past us
and through us
and enter our ears
and we stop crying
and we stop caring
and we look back at our glamour magazine while bopping up and down on the elliptical machine
and that’s it
and NO ONE THINKS ABOUT HOW THIS FEELS
and EFFECTS US ALL
and ESPECIALLY THOSE CLOSE TO THAT LIVING, BREATHING, LOVING HUMAN BEING
why have we forgotten how to know with each
cell of our existence
how it is, what it feels like, how you be
when someone experiences pain
and suffering
and inexplicable, thoughtless violence
?
?
?
where have we gone
and who have we become?
and when will we open our heart eyes and ears
and remember that we die too, but it is more than that
the reason the loss is tragic is not because it effects me
it is because it happened
and that person experienced pain and suffering and absolute hatred and violence
as the last emotions of physical experience on this earth
and the reason they experienced that was
100% avoidable, 100% hatred, 100% inexplicable to the point that nothing you have ever been taught or believe about human existence (and human nature? –if that even exists) could align with these acts of brutality and so what does that mean for all of existence
and why does it exist?
why do we allow this to perpetuate
and, if we aren’t the ones allowing it to happen,
why does whoever or whatever is the ruling, creating force want/allow/know about this?
we need to do something
we can not be silent.
thursday, september 17, 2009 12:37am
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