This probably will not be well received.
Tragedy typically provokes two types of responses; compassion and fear. I’ve been exceptionally careful about how and what I have posted on social media in the wake of the terrorist attacks in Paris, France. As a human being with an unbelievable capacity for empathy, my heart aches. Hundreds of people innocently went out on a Friday night with no fear or inclination that they would never make it home. These people were parents, brothers, sisters, daughters, sons, coworkers, friends, and significant others with heartbeats, souls, feelings, thoughts, beliefs, favorite coffee cups, and so much more. I have never been to Paris, and what happened yesterday did not change my every day life. But, I care deeply about the senseless loss of human life. I ache for those who are left with the void of losing a loved one. I am profoundly sorry.
That being said, I am not scared.
I am not scared of radicals. I am not scared of an entire religion based on the heinous acts of less than 1%. I will not be scared into believing that 1.6 billion people want my death because of the images I am fed. I know who and what the threat is and that it is real. Very, very real. I acknowledge the danger of an unchallenged, unchecked ISIS because I am neither foolish nor naive. I will not use the loss of 129 souls for political expediency before their families can even begin to mourn. Because it’s not about my beliefs, it’s not about how I feel about immigration or gun control or war. I understand these are real conversations and conversations that must be had, but at this moment, these are the conversations of the removed. These are the conversations of those of us who are safe in our homes tonight, sleeping next to someone we love, texting someone we haven’t lost, thinking about what we will do with our day tomorrow when we wake.
Because we will wake. 129 innocent, beautiful lives will not.