When I was 11, the Terribleness of King/Kennedy was going on. My hometown was a stereotypical "Blacks on the East Side Whites on the West Side" kind of place. There were natural bluffs overlooking the river dividing the two, and we could easily see all of the East Side. below. There were senseless incursions of every kind, back and forth. Schools (I was seriously assaulted in the halls of my school) shops, cars, YMCA; you name it, it was a place of unspent rage.
The Founding Fathers, in their infinite White Wisdom, simply raised the bridges spanning the river, and let the East Side burn and be looted and worse. I remember being with my parents and many other people from the West Side. standing on the bluffs, watching the fires and being able to hear the shouting and glass breaking from across the water. It affected me profoundly, although I did not realize it at that time. All I knew is that the bridges were up to protect us. Us. Them. We?
I see such violence and death here in the Middle East, in images and reports, every day. People displaced, their every meager possesion taken from them. Children alone. Elderly dying. One side murdering the other, and the other returning the favor, in kind. And I remember being on the Bluffs.
Baltimore is a further symptom of an (incurable?) disease. "Both" sides are correct and justified, and "both" sides are utterly wrong and guilty of terrible things. Unfortunately, I have to agree with those of you who scribe versions of "that is how it is here", and how the Country was built.
But, will there be a point at which we get past these acts to solve our problems? Will there be Leadership and Structure such that dialog and reason rule the day? Will we continue to focus on our differences to divide us, or will we celelbrate our diversity and make room for it in our culture and country? Remember, that also is how our country was built. People from everywhere. Coming here for promise and a better life. Not a TV thiefed from a store front in the middle of a violent protest. Not for social justice goals and objectives that are not at all clear, and misapplied, at best.
If you have read this far, I thank you. If not, I will not be disappointed or surprised.
I weep openly.