Our world is such an aching wound. No matter where you look, the mistakes of humans are making themselves manifest. In our country alone, immigrants find their children are spirited away possibly forever. The components of genocide fit. We are destroying innocent people, especially the children. I couldn’t imagine losing my children now much less when they were little. I don’t think many of us could. The sacrifices illegal aliens take to try to find a safe haven are astounding.
Nor are we alone in our wrongdoing. The genocide ISIS has done to the Yezidi people is heartbreaking. Women and children are raped, mutilated, tortured, and enslaved. Men are outright killed. The Rohingya Muslims are being denied their land, their birthright, their possessions again, for religious purposes. It doesn’t make sense why other countries aren’t stepping up to help those people who are losing everything they hold dear, everything that defines them.
Yemen’s people are starving and being killed by U.S. bombs. The ethnic troubles of Burundi are catastrophic. Syria is one colossal mess and once again, it is the common people who pay. Sexism and racism seem to define our society even as we have a president that regularly spews hatred and arrogance upon those different than himself.
Maybe I’m just tired today but the troubles of the world are weighing heavy. I think it is also the neverendingness of the world’s strife. We repeat the same mistakes again and again. How can the regular person help stem the tide of violence and atrocity? I want to do more than lament the misfortunes and traumas of others, I want to know that in some way my voice is heard, my actions matter. Maybe if we each did a little, together we could accomplish a lot.