I wonder how many shootings and attacks I will have to write about over the course of these letters.
All over social media and the news today are the reports of 50 people being shot and killed at a gay night club in Orlando (And last I saw, 53 injured). I’ve had to avoid TVs and my normal social browsing because I just can’t.
It’s not that I don’t love and cry for every single one of those people and the friends and family they leave behind. It’s not that I’m not f***ing irate that assault rifles are still legal or that you can’t have a reasonable talk about common sense gun laws without being slaughtered for “trying to take away a right to bear arms.” It’s not that I’m not completely heartbroken for my beautiful, incredible friends in the gay community.
It’s not. I’m all of those things.
I just can’t. I can’t see more thoughts and prayers. I can’t see people cover their eyes and close their ears to active and honest change. I can’t take another “from my cold dead hands,” conversation or argument.
But I’m gonna have to. Because I don’t want you to grow up in a world where we succumb to evil. Or stupidity. Or bigotry. Or hate. I want you to grow up believing that goodness can always be found. That hope is worth fighting for. I want you to grow up allowing evil to anger you — anger you enough to do something about it.
Unfortunately, I know that this is not the last mass shooting or horrific act of violence I will write to you about. There will be more pain and heartache and evil. But we will fight to be the good in the world. We will speak love into the darkness and brokenness. We will fight for change. Always.