Who lives, who dies

Updated: May 26, 2019

In the wake of a disaster, there is a moment of disbelief that bad things could happen. We say statements like "I didn't think this would happen here" or "I didn't see this coming," but why are we so naive to think that if bad things could happen, then they wouldn't also happen to us. In my three years of college so far I have lived through more deaths in my city, at my school and on my streets, than I can remember. I should remember, but instead, I find that I am unshaken by death. I fall asleep to sirens, walk through graveyard parking lots, and stopped blinking to the sound of firework gunshots. I live in a burning city where dead people walk with their heads held high, without fear on their faces.

In 2018, there were 340 mass shootings where 114 people were killed or injured at school. So many schools that I can only remember one at a time. Imagine, we can't even be guaranteed the opportunity to go home at the end of the day when so many people fought for us to get to school in the first place.

In a co-operative society, we would talk about bad things happening to people other than the people we love. Yes, in another life someone's sister is killed, mom dies, best friend hangs, brother sleeps forever, but we treat these victims like they are our own because they are worth mourning over. We should not live with sadness or in a constant state of fear, but we must recognize that every second 3 people die. A human, entirely and equally made is worth more than a hashtag and deserves to be protected no matter their differences. Injustice anywhere is still injustice everywhere

Two blog post in and all I have talked about is myself. I created this platform to let my thought heard. Caring for others is at the center of my heart; it is what I have been called to do. I can not say that we need to take care of African Americans without also saying we must respect women or love all body types or protect our youth. I am more than just one category, and each separately needs to be protected. So while we mourn the ones we have lost, we must fight for all the lives left. This post will never be good enough to post, but it is worth sharing.

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