It’s the 20th, so it’s time for the village to think about compassion. There’s been so many devastating moments happening in the U.S. in the past couple of weeks. I’ve chosen not to talk about them on the internet. I talked with family and friends, but here I didn’t want to debate. I didn’t want to hear any negativity.
I didn’t want to hear someone blaming victims for horrendous acts against their person. The latest I read was the NRA blaming the victims of the hate-filled terrorist act at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston, SC for not having concealed weapons on their person.
Not the man who came in for an hour, worshipping with them in order to destroy the peace and fellowship with bloodshed and destruction.
But the brothers and sisters, who won’t be able to pray again. Love anymore. Hold their loved ones close.
If one of those people in that church had been carrying a gun, more people would’ve survived.
It hurts me to hear. It feels like breathing sand. I’m not emotionally equipped to engage in conversations that have that amount of callousness. Where someone is injured, raped, humiliated, or is gone forever and it becomes that person’s fault. And as these people who’ve had their lives have been snuffed out before their time are maligned, the people who they’ve left behind have to deal with this disgusting fallout.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand this part of human nature. Is it actually human nature? I’m not sure. This tendency to blame whoever was hurt. Whoever bled. Whoever was snatched from this world into the next. Whomever was hurt the most. As though bleeding is somehow a sign of weakness. Ignoring that we all bleed the same color.
Compassion. Empathy. Caring. We need to remember that these people are people with families and loved ones. They don’t deserve to receive a backlash from people who are too concerned with discussing the politics of a situation and ignore the realities of the people.
I’m not sure if this even made sense. I’ve just had so many things weighing on my heart and this felt like a safe space to share. I want to extend my heartfelt condolences for the family and friends of: Cynthia Hurd, 54; Susie Jackson, 87; Ethel Lance, 70; Rev. DePayne Middleton-Doctor, 49; Hon. Rev. Clementa Pinckney, 41; Tywanza Sanders, 26; Rev. Daniel Simmons Sr., 74; Rev. Sharonda Singleton, 45; Myra Thompson, 59. I hope that you and your community heals from this terrible tragedy and somehow grows stronger.
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