The human heart has limits, folks. We have limits to what we can absorb, how much we can feel before we finally just … burst.
Tonight, after many frustrating, sad, maddening news stories, after writing my post for this a.m., and just as I was about to head to bed, I got a notification that I had a Facebook message from one of my favourite people in this world, Rob Roland. Rob used to live next door to us, and I always knew that as long as he was here in da hood, there was nothing and nobody that was going to hurt me or mine. Though Rob stands about 6’8”, he always called me Grannie, always had a hug for me, and insisted that his three adorable little girls say “yes ma’am” or “no ma’am” when I asked them a question. Rob’s wife Aundrea is a sweetheart and I love her dearly. So tonight, even though it was after 3:00 a.m., and I was tired beyond even my norm, I needed to see what Rob had posted to me on Facebook. And here is what I found …
“Granny why are people not talking about the slave trade in Libya? It seems like The Who world should be outraged that human beings are still being sold anywhere. I saw a video of one slave being beaten all over his body with a 2 by 4 while he was tied up Granny, then they stated stabbing the man on camera, it brought tears to my eyes Granny, why isn’t the world, the UN doing anything or even talking about this? Is outrageous.”
Rob, in case I didn’t mention it, is African-American. Doesn’t matter, but it might explain why he sees things that I didn’t. My friend Rebecca, who is Latino, then responded to Rob with this …
“Have you seen the Mexican man being beaten all over by a policeman in California? Yea, it happen today. I thought all that bigoted stuff happened in the east states… I guess we in the west we are also going to judged by the color of our skin. Trump and his hate policies are destroying our country. That’s why we care whats happening in America daily…period.”
Perhaps it is only because it is late, I am unusually exhausted, and have been dealing with some personal issues the last few days, but these two comments have brought me to tears and made me feel as if my heart is about to explode with sorrow. I have failed both of these wonderful friends, for I have not reported on the slave trade in Libya, though I am and have been aware of it. And I was not even aware of the Mexican man beaten by a policeman in California.
Donald Trump and his shenanigans occupy all my time, and despite my promise many years ago to write about social injustices around the world, I have failed.
Rob & Rebecca … I have let you both down. I am sorry.