This week has been a week of pain for a lot of people. From watching people jump to the defence of a man who brutally attacked a young woman while she was unconscious and put his life and future ahead of hers – 20 minutes of action – up to this morning when gay men were attacked and killed in yet another ‘worst mass shooting in US history.’
I’m pretty sure I’ve lived through about five of those now – Columbine, Sandy Hook, Aurora, San Bernardino and now Orlando. Fifty dead. Fifty.
I am enraged, I am in pain, I am so tired of all this. I am not as enraged or as in pain or as tired as the people who fight and fear every day of their lives. The parents who are still calling to find out whether their sons are okay and getting no answer. The friends who have blood to clean off their bodies, wondering why they have more people to mourn and whether anyone will care this time. The men who are hearing sympathy from politicians trying to score points on the backs of dead whose lifestyles they have railed against.
I’m at a total loss.
I have no words, I have no way to help, there’s nothing I can do but offer my heart and say I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry that you have to fight for the right to be yourself and that safe spaces are taken from you. I’m sorry.
And so I pass on love. I put love out in the world.
Love and support and acceptance.
I teach it to my daughter – that she may love whoever she loves, that we will accept whoever she chooses to marry, and whether she chooses to marry at all. That she, and any of her friends, will always have a safe space in our home.
We will work to make the rest of the world safer too.