Thursday, August 14, 2014
WAITING FOR FERGUSON
We cry, scream yell, protest, post, tweet and argue our passion. We talk about God and quote scripture to understand why we treat each other so terribly, so often-- and so continuously.
But mostly, we wait.
We wait for someone else to do the things we know we should. We take inventory of our virtue, then count the sins of others on a separate moral spreadsheet and yet we insist that we are all in the same family of humanity.
Unarmed men and women are being killed without justification pursuant to a sin that we just plain refuse to atone for. I know it is painful but it is not an excuse; It is a fact, it is history and we can count the dead to see its reality.
We can feel time moving from dreams to miraculous innovation, taking away our icons and the innocent with equal cruelty, turning culture, love and legacy to dust, and it is painful.
And we wait.
Whitney is dead, Jordan Davis is dead, Michael Jackson is dead, Trayvon Martin, LaTasha Harlins, James and Michael Brown, Renisha McBride, Eric Garner... all gone in the wink of an eye-- the pull of a trigger.
They drop bombs in Gaza and we throw tear gas in Ferguson. They shoot down planes in the Ukraine and we mobilize military against private citizens. And we wait. We wait and give speeches calling for healing and all the shit we've heard a hundred times before.
Why are we always asked to heal? Why can't the murderers do some goddamned healing? I am so tired of hearing that empty rhetoric, tired of turning a hundred cheeks only to watch them all get slapped.
This is what's happening in Ferguson.
They are just tired of waiting.