Once You Inject Fear Into A Society

In Sorting Out My Feelings And Beliefs, There Is, However, One Piece Of Moral Ground Of Which I Am Absolutely Certain: If I Were To Be Murdered I Would Not Want My Murderer Executed. I Would Not Want My Death Avenged. Especially By Government--which Can't Be Trusted To Control Its Own Bureaucrats Or Collect Taxes Equitably Or Fill A Pothole, Much Less Decide Which Of Its Citizens To Kill.

There Are Spaces Of Sorrow Only God Can Touch.

Time Rushes By And Yet Time Is Frozen. Funny How We Get So Exact About Time At The End Of Life And At Its Beginning. She Died At 6:08 Or 3:46, We Say, Or The Baby Was Born At 4:02. But In Between We Slosh Through Huge Swatches Of Time--weeks, Months, Years, Decades Even.

The Important Thing Is That When Your Come To Understand Something You Act On It, No Matter How Small That Act Is. Eventually It Will Take You Where You Need To Go.

When People Of Color Are Killed In The Inner City, When Homeless People Are Killed, When The "nobodies" Are Killed, District Attorneys Do Not Seek To Avenge Their Deaths. Black, Hispanic, Or Poor Families Who Have A Loved One Murdered Not Only Don't Expect The District Attorney's Office To Pursue The Death Penalty -which, Of Course, Is Both Costly And Time Consuming- But Are Surprised When The Case Is Prosecuted At All.