Sunday, August 24, 2014

Mourning

How can you mourn somebody you never met? You don't know her name, or anything about her really.
She was 19 years old, a friend of a friend.
What can you say?
What can you say to the world that would do her justice? She was loving and kind and warm? She lit up the room when she walked in the door?
She was so young, barely coming to adulthood. She had so much hope and so much to look forward to. Nights out with girlfriends, trips to the beach, a wedding day and children, the chance to change lives as a doctor or professor or journalist.
You can just say, what a tragedy that all this was taken from her. You can say, you wish you could have met her.
You can say, goodbye.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Axiom of the 21st Century

Snuffing out gender and racial privilege will be the moral imperative of the 21st Century.