I… yeah. This.
We don’t get to sit this one out. The gods will not fix this for us. WE HAVE TO DO THE WORK.
I will pray anyway, though. For good judgement. For help swaying those who need to listen more. For help swaying those who need to stop waiting on the fence for more information. For help swaying those who think that it’s in their best interest to treat some people as less human, less valuable than others.
And I will pray that the gods don’t find the obvious injustice of our people worth striking down outright. Fire and flood and war have a tendency to be indiscriminate, and that’s not the kind of equality I’m looking for just now.
Last night, the grand jury in Ferguson returned its decision to not prosecute Ferguson officer Darren Wilson for the death of Michael Brown. Justice is not served.
I’m not really surprised. Justice hasn’t been served in this since long before Officer Wilson shot Mr. Brown. Long, long before. Better historians than I have traced the roots of current racism and back to slavery and reconstruction, and wiser commenters than I have discussed how the current troubles are at least as much about white anger at progress as they are about black anger about racism.
When I first heard the decision, I wasn’t surprised, but I was very angry. I still am, and will be for a long time to come, but at first it was the kind of anger that involves questioning the power and justice of the gods. That questioning led me to revisit the understanding that there…
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