In my sadness, I somehow expected the rest of the world to be mourning too. It surprised me to see they weren't.
Often it's hard to think about anything else but the death of millions upon millions of little ones. To many it's an argument, an issue of politics. A side issue at that. But really, these are lives we speak of. Real human lives.
I remember growing up learning about the Holocaust or slavery and Jim Crow in our country and wondering what people did. There are the leaders, the power-hungry lunatics, the mobs, but what about everybody else? What did they do?
Eventually, I learned some did nothing, and some did a lot. And life still progressed day to day.
I consider that sometimes while doing mundane things -- loading the dishwasher, pulling out weeds -- as others die. It takes me back to when each of my grandmothers died. They left us at different times, but I had the same experience with both. In my sadness, I somehow expected the rest of the world to be mourning too. It surprised me to see they weren't. I remember sitting in the back seat of our car after a funeral, staring out the window at a world that just kept on going. It was as if nothing had changed.
And it gets discouraging. We argue and debate and talk about all of the issues, and then, it seems, everyone goes back to what they were doing before, what they were thinking before. Take heart. Not everyone switches back to the ballgame as soon as the talking is done. Many do nothing, to be sure, but many broken hearts do all they can. Many, many care.
Let's have an answer for our children when they invariably ask us what did you do when...
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