Pondering #4

Separately Equal

There is a prevailing disease that has taken our world, our country, our cities, our families, and our children.

It has rotted the human being from the inside out and left in its wake a loud and troubling message. The message is quite clear, but hidden among the unfortunate lies and excuses, of which there is plenty. This disease has masqueraded itself as pity, but the mask is made of glass. It is only our self-inflicted blindfolds that have stopped us from seeing underneath this layer of clear crystal.

We have fooled ourselves into thinking that hate is just a means of reaching godliness.

How can we deny compassion and embrace the very disease that has destroyed millions? We are killing ourselves, but humanity still wants the cheap-thrill of slaying make-believe monsters who share our face.

We are in the midst of an epidemic. We only see what we want to.

What would it be like to have so many people in my country— in my world, say they wanted me dead? It's a troubling thought that many have to live with… or die knowing. Something is wrong with that scenario.

This is where we find our excuses.

Our thoughts and ideas do affect others. Our words have a way of changing the world, and they certainly have. It's the reason we hear of children dying, cut by both the figurative and literal knife of hate's mask. But, people still find a reason for it.

"It's because he's gay."

I struggle to find any reasonable person that would blame the victim for the abuser's mistreatment. Yet, we still hear it. If only he wasn't different. If only he was normal. If only he didn't kill himself.

What mother wants to go to their child's funeral? But, those people with glass masks and blindfolds always find excuses. There is only one excuse here.

If only we didn't hate.

It's a troubling thought…

That dead children are separately equal.