I have refrained from writing about what happened in Arizona until now. I get way too worked up about politics and my ranting has not changed anything yet that I know of. I like to think my work has sometimes made a difference, but onto tonight's thot.
I saw the picture of Christina Green's family and it broke my heart. The mother looked lost, her brother was trying so hard to understand and be brave and the father sat between them trying to hold his family together in unthinkable circumstances. What a true tragedy it is when a child becomes caught up in the political games of adults.
It is sad. It is wrong, but it is not a fluke. Children die every day because people feel violence is the way to solve problems, because they believe that there are things that make killing, even children, worth it, because they think money and borders are more important than lives.
If we are honest, perhaps Christina's death will open our eyes and her death will bring about a change that could immortalize her forever. I would love that, but I doubt it will happen. Our memories are selective and short.
In truth, what man, or woman, is not some body's child? It would not matter to me if my child was nine, or ninety, his death would devastate me. My love does not grow less as my child grows bigger, or older and I doubt if many others feel much differently. Which one of us would trade our older child's life for Christina's?
The man who shot her and the others in Arizona was most likely mad, but he was mad in a society that breeds and grooms violence. If that doesn't change nothing else will.
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