These are some thoughts I had before the 20th. And I haven’t changed my mind.
A lot of people these days want to reserve their right to believe whatever information they like, whether it’s actually correct or not. They long to hold onto their ideas, even if believing them will result in others being harmed.
They may say that they don’t mean for these outcomes to occur. Yet they remain shortsighted.
Sadly, the lies people tell publicly these days only tend to negatively affect a certain segment of the population.
And if you are a woman, or Black, or like me, both–or some other flavour of “other”–when you dare to comment on the pending doom brought about by popular, publicized lies, what happens?
Certain types of media intentionally interpret our words of warning as whining. Laughable. Meaningless drivel–having the potential to kill everything from people’s joy, to their bank accounts. And the faithful among their audiences believe them, and in turn grow addicted to not taking us seriously.
To far too many, feeling good about themselves at all times matters more than recognizing the truth about society.
Meanwhile, at the root of it all, all we’ve really been asking for is help. Or just the basics—like respect.
As they say, genuine kindness costs nothing.
To me, right now, our collective future looks bleak.
Not entirely. But I don’t want to wait until An Evil Unknown takes place in society–something fomented via social media and the internet–before those who enjoy keeping their heads in the sand have an epiphany.
One could easily say that such incidents have happened already. But have people been willing to think about them in ways that will bring about sincere, sustainable and positive change? Because that is what we truly need.
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