Once in a while my avoidance of all
things called news fails and I become apprised of something more
involved people have been living with for some time. The other day I
saw and heard the video from the Castille horror and learned what we
as a civilization have come to. Forget about the moon landing,
hybrid cars and aspirations toward Mars. We've come down to a little
girl trying to save her mommy from getting “shooted” by a cop.
Can anyone say who has seen this video that his world has not been
permanently darkened?
I don't see how we can get past this.
I certainly think I can't. I can't think of anything I've seen that
is harder to take. And yet where are the tears? If not for this,
what are we saving them for? When we should be nationally heart
broken, why do we view this as a damn shame, another damn shame on
the pile of damn shames from the avalanche of horrible incidents we
are suffocating under?
When John Kennedy was shot, people all
across this nation wept. I think we're not capable of that anymore.
That little girl deserves not the heartfelt regret but the tears of
every one who heard her voice. And we as people, until we can give
her that respect, will never be right with ourselves and we'll never
progress beyond this point. Modern man lives with the suffering of
millions and it has made him numb to all but his own.