"Something is going on—something that can be measured is happening…there has to be. When people are more outraged by the ambiguous ending of The Sopranos than some young girl being stoned to death, then there’s something wrong. We have people walking around who think the government stages these terrorist attacks. And anybody with a brain bigger than a walnut knows that our government is not nearly competent enough to stage a terrorist attack and then keep it a secret because, as we know, in this day and age you cannot keep a secret."
"Adoption, I’d vote differently these days. I do believe that if there are children who are orphans who do not have a loving person or couple, I think if a person wants to love and raise a child they ought to be able to do that. Period. I would vote that way."
"For a country that so often purports to be color blind, that insists too many people of color are overly obsessed with race, and that claims to live up to Dr. King’s dream of not judging people ‘by the color of their skin but by the content of their character,’ the last two days have revealed a much uglier reality. They have revealed that—’doth protest too much’ claims to the contrary—America is anything but color blind, that too many white folk are the ones obsessed with race, and that Dr. King’s dream is still just that: a distant dream. And that’s not just a general truism that is irrelevant to this moment of national emergency—it is, on the contrary, a very specific point that must be made, right now, precisely because of that national emergency."
Standing in the Rain
David Sirota, at Salon, in regard to
…the blatant ethnic/religious profiling of an Arab student injured at the Boston Marathon bombing. In that…episode, he was…targeted as a suspect because—like thousands of others—he was running away from the blast…then came CNN’s declaration that police had arrested a “dark-skinned male”—again, unquestioningly blared all over the world, drowning out a CBS News report alleging that the “man sought as a possible suspect is a white male, wearing white baseball cap on backwards, a gray hoodie and a black jacket.”…
A stark line. A division.
I stand in the rain. Still. Motionless. Staring into the eyes of the others. An invitation. A silent entreaty to join me and see life through my eyes … and ultimately stave off the feeling of loneliness.
Then their gazes turn away. The acute pain of rejection. The dull throb of understanding. Resignation.
I look down at the puddle around my feet. Pondering. Wondering.
Who will leave the familiar, safe life under the overhang and join me in the rain? Who can appreciate the gently falling drops of life-giving water? Who is willing to pause in the hustle of life and appreciate the soft caresses of God’s hands? Who will share the moment with me and enjoy the feeling of solidarity—the experience of we and them?
In the meantime, I remain standing in the rain. Head tilted back. Hoping. Waiting.