charleston happened this weekend.
i cried the night trump was elected, not for myself, but for my son. i held my hand on my son and cried, because i have to raise a boy who is young enough that everything is still new, but old enough to ask questions about what he hears. and he's only going to get older and i'm only going to have to help him understand there is hate in this world. it's a hate i don't understand. and i have to figure out how to help him understand it and to be better than it. and to not be consumed by it.
charleston happened. i'm pretty sure it will happen again. definitions of safety, democracy, and liberty are being questioned and we have to figure out how to deal with it. it's going to suck. i would like to think everyone is trying to raise their son or daughter in the best world. and it's very clear we have many differing definitions of what's best. i have great friends who sit on either side of this conversation. i have family who sits on both sides of this conversation.
nobody ever told me the moment i would hold my child, i would know the definition of fear. i didn't realize that fear would be due to the world around him.
why do we kill rather than talk? why don't we at least listen to what the other side has to say? everyone has a truth. hate shoud not be one of those truths.