Two wrongs never make a right.
Over the weekend, a protest got violent. If the answer, as some believe, is to take arms against this sea of trouble... then count me out. I'll have no part of it.
I am raising three boys. White males in this society which so often gives a wink and a nod to their violence. I won't have it.
I know we are angry. I know we are hurt, furious, watching our rights be stripped away from us. But when we lower ourselves to the level of violence, we have lost all perspective.
And our dignity.
Put the anger to work in a positive way. Please. We need the resources. But if you think hurting anyone, ever, is the answer to the problem, you don't have an inkling to how social change comes about.
Seeing the video on Pam's House Blend embarrassed me. I could hardly watch. Reading some of the comments horrified me.
We just gave the most powerful ammunition to the other side. A couple of people on video is enough to make this all come crashing down.
It breaks my heart. All the years of being a parent at elementary school, all the years of marching in Pride parades, all the peaceful activism is for nothing if this continues.
Please stop. My marriage means nothing if a single person is hurt in order to save it.