Sunday, June 12, 2016

I don’t write about tragedies

It’s been around 17 hours since I heard about the tragedy that occurred in Orlando, Florida. Wait, it could be less but I distinctly remember reading a text “THE VANCE!” and putting my phone away thinking that was important. But you know, what I was doing at the time seemed important as well and I put my phone away thinking I’d respond as soon as I got home. Sometime in the morning the same friend and I talk again and he’s in a rage against the shooter. There are 50 dead and even more wounded.

And I want to say how sad it is, how emotional it is for just one person to die. 50? Heartbreak. But I’ve really come to a point in my life that I’m just as saddened for the individual responsible for this affair. As society, we’re gonna start coming out with all kinds of ill intentions towards that individual. We’re going to berate this person; we’re going to have no remorse for his soul. We’re going to bring it upon ourselves to send all our hate toward the person, the person’s relatives, the person’s race--nationality--religious affiliation. As society, we’re going to take to the horrid belief that if one drop is tarnished the whole pot is defunct.

That’s just a huge bowl of crap served in expensive and pristine shit morals.

It is times like these where we need to gel as society and comb over our mannerisms, education, and beliefs to find and nurture victims and victimizers alike. There are some truly sinister people in this world without any reprimand, yes I know that. Society knows that as well. But there’s layers and layers of culture, of behavior, of personalities that come together to build the kind of people who harm others.

All this time we’re going to spend on criticizing people’s families, of undermining their civil rights to be people can be spent healing. Can be spent opening our hearts and our values to STOP hate, to stop future violence, to band together to help each other move forward.

I’m a very decorated member of the LGBT community and a frequent flyer at LGBT friendly clubs and would be horrified beyond all belief if I were in a club and faced the similar predicaments as my rainbow family in Orlando, Florida. But how could I ever be able to face myself as a person if I spewed hate for an individual who did so much harm?

My heart goes to all the individuals of this whole wide world. I have no faith in our justice system or the judiciary system of public opinion. But I really have faith in humanity to heal each other. And that’s why I don’t write about tragedies.

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