Words can’t express my grief for the families who lost their loved ones yesterday or for the women and their families who are living with the knowledge that they can’t travel through the city they live in without fear of hate and prejudice.
That this, and other, recent events, are already being politicized and exploited by those who love the sounds of their own voices and can twist anything to meet their agenda, sickens me.
I have neighbors, people I respect and appreciate, who could’ve been these young women. I use that MAX line. This hate has been showing itself in more and more obvious ways in my city.
I wish I could say I’m shocked, but I’m not. I’m angry. I’m scared of something like this happening when I’m traveling through my city, with or without my daughter. I wonder if I would have the courage to stand up to and speak out against a vicious act of hate happening in front of me.
Will my convictions and beliefs be stronger than my fear when this happens in front of me?