I really haven't been myself this week.
I'm
so beyond done with all the stupid crap that has been swirling around since
Friday that I just do not care anymore what people think or feel about what I write.
This started as a status update on Facebook but it grew so quickly that I felt it deserved it's own blog post.
I'm disappointed.
In people.
Deeply and – what feels at this moment – irreversibly
disappointed.
Disappointed with people I know,
Disappointed with those I don’t.
But I’m not just disappointed; I’m tired.
I'm tired of hearing that all society's ills are because we
can’t pray in school.
I’m tired of explaining that homosexuality isn’t a
life-style choice.
I’m tired of hearing that abortion is what is ruining
America.
I’m tired of defending my gender and their fight to control
their own bodies and make their own decisions.
I’m tired of watching young black men die just for being
black.
I’m tired of watching people try to keep us divided in order
to control us.
But I’m not just tired; I’m disgusted.
I’m disgusted with religions and religious people who preach
hate and bigotry and label those who believe differently as evil.
I’m disgusted that we have people who think arming teachers
is a solution.
I’m disgusted that people think that prayer in schools would
have changed anything.
I’m disgusted with myself and others like me that have
turned a blind eye to the massacre of urban black children but spring to action
and demand Congress act when a school full of suburban white children are
slaughtered.
But I’m not just disgusted; I’m outraged.
I’m outraged that we even need to have a discussion on
whether someone should be allowed to own and possess weapons that are designed
to slaughter the most people in the shortest amount of time.
But I'm not just outraged; I'm sad.
I'm sad that people will call for more and better access to
mental health care yet want to cut funding to the very services that would
provide the care, including repealing Obamacare.
I'm sad that people vilify teachers as lazy and incompetent
then post pictures calling them heroes.
I'm especially sad that these people are not
"others". They are friends and family and colleagues.
