Something we must not forget.
Lately something has been weighing on my mind.
Oh the corona virus is the elephant in the room, and we're hearing all about the stock market crash and possible stimulus packages. And I'm scared. I know a lot of you are, too, because many of us are a bit older with underlying health conditions, and we hear there won't be enough ventilators and so on. Grocery stores are empty because of stupid hoarders. People are driving like maniacs and manifesting hostility through panic.
But that isn't what's on my mind.
We are isolated at home, and two of our precious grandchildren are with us. Little J. is two years old. He isn't quite potty trained yet, but he's a great, affectionate little boy. And B is four. She is the light of my life, for sure. She talks up a storm, loves bubble baths, knows all her numbers, colors, letters, a few words. She also knows her full name and address and Mom's phone number.
So, this morning I was looking at my grandkids and this huge feeling of love washed over me, and then my mind was drawn to those little boys and little girls who were separated from their families by the brutal policies of this administration and thrown in filthy cages where their care falls, not to their parents, but to older children. It is cold in those places.
I weep as I imagine a little girl who could be B, or a little boy who could be J, crying in loneliness and despair, watching as people begin to get sick, wondering where their parents are and if they will ever be able to play in the sun again.
The horror of what Trump and Miller and the rest of the white supremacist xenophobes have done to these people, these children makes me literally shake with anger.
So I promise you this: If I am still alive when this is over, I will be a vocal advocate for freeing these children, finding their families and paying them reparations for the horror they have endured, AND I will be relentless about seeing justice done for the perpetrators of these despicable crimes.
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Your own fears and concerns not pushed aside, but rerouted to concern for others. We aren't the ones worrying about shooting someone over a toilet paper. We're worried about those who won't be able to find food, about those left behind.
Thank you for reminding us of what we're truly fighting for...humanity, compassion and the future that we will leave behind for our children and grandchildren.
A big thank you-to both of you.
