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.