there is so much to say, and yet mere words are inefficient. hollow. empty.
speaking of solidarity without concrete action is meaningless.
the past 72 hours have been tremendously disturbing to many people of various shades and stripes – some resorting to polarized rhetoric in an attempt to find a common enemy, with others believing we’re better together.
news of the horrific orlando attack has triggered a response in all of us – anger, sadness, loss, anxiety, even hatred – which, one friend rightly says, is but a pawn of the emotion of fear.
in my neighborhood, each of these emotions – and more – are palpable. as prejudice and violence do to any community caught in their crosshairs, my LGBTQ friends and neighbors are grappling with the implications of such bad news, and pause to consider their own safety at our own bars and nightclubs a few days before our own Pride Parade on our own streets.
in our own neighborhood.
and yet, even here in Boystown, in the midst of the grieving and mourning and vigils to show solidarity and provide support, there is a message that is being repeated over. and over. and over.
it isn’t a message of fear, or hatred, or even sadness.
it’s a message of Love.