People. Human beings. Individuals with families, friends, jobs, hobbies, talents . . . people.
We have so become conditioned these past fifty years or so to split up, judge, categorize, label, and place people in pretty, well-ordered little boxes that we no longer seem to be able to see the deeper, fuller picture of people and events – any events – for what they truly are, but rather, to have a naïve and unsophisticated view of the world because we have this compulsion to stick a simple label wherever it can stick.
Sunday morning at Pulse in Orlando, Florida. Mass murder. Terrorism. And yet all we can focus on in social media is “gays in a gay bar.”
Where are all the American flags; the red, white, and blue profile picture all over social media? Where is the outrage of a mass murder in a place where fun was supposed to reign for the evening?
All I see are rainbows and half-hearted promises for prayers and solidarity. We’re with you, Orlando.
Copy, paste, and post a pretty little rainbow meme.
There. We’ve done our part.
Copy, paste, and post.
Yet, somewhere, over that rainbow is reality – the reality of nearly fifty human beings that were more than “gay.” They were people with families, friends, jobs, hobbies, talents, senses of humor, deep thinkers, comics, educated, et cetera, who were murdered. These people were more than gay, lesbian, drag queens, whatever. They were people.
Copy, paste, and post. . . . . .
And then, what happens? We have this anger for a few days at best, and then we forget and move along to the more mundane and self-centered parts of our lives.
Until it happens again.
And . . . .
©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.