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America in Trouble

Ay, ay, ay, that the slave was my grandfather

is my sadness, is my sadness.

If he had been the master

it would be my shame:

that in men, as in nations,

if being the slave is having no rights

being the master is having no conscience.

—Julia Se Burgos

As an empath, I feel everything. Just seeing pictures, hearing stories, watching the news—I feel it all.

I feel the energy of people and the crowds. This week, I have been wracked with overwhelming sadness as scenes of pain, anguish, violence, and death filled the internet and the TV screen.

Protesters shouting, “I can’t breath“ A Dallas man getting his head kicked in while defending his store. A black man crying in anguish, begging looters not to destroy his store and steal from him. His cries haunt me.

Sounds of helicopters whirring above my peaceful neighborhood and police, parked and waiting, is a jarring reminder of the new normal.

A white man making a special point, driving in circles in his brand new BMW SUV, calling a protester the “n” word reminds me that hate is everywhere. It’s a disease, infectious and spreading, even more deadly than COVID-19.

In East L.A., gang members sit on the roof, the roof like a citadel, with their sniper guns ready to defend their homes.

I see white people terrified and standing in front of their home with guns on hand and I am sickened by looters stealing from an Urban Outfitter.

The President of the United States blithely glides by protesters and stands in front of a church holding up the Bible, while behind him, protestors are tear gassed and shot with rubber bullets as he takes photos.