25 years ago Jane and Ricky met. Friends at the outset, an affair soon started. Both were lonely and the tragedy unfolded. Almost unbearable grief for them both. A child lost. A love lost. Ricky sat in the waiting room while it was done and took Jane home to cry to sleep.Illicit affair. Born of broken hearts. Wonderful joy shattered by the death of a child. No friendship lost, but the affair was over for them. They parted and are now strangers to one another. My Editor has a more detailed account of this story. But I wanted some mention of it to be told. If I can not wash the blood off my hands, I can at least confess my sins. I am Ricky. Murderer of my child. Abortion laws are such that such events are unchecked. Not outlawed, such events are not meant as a means of birth control.. Heartbreaks happen. And God asks why.
In the wake of the media storm around the shooting death of a young black man at the hands of a mixed race older man I am taken aback by both the press response and the outcry for peace by those about me. As the days go by, I meet many of other cultures and races. I am reminded of The Merchant of Venice and Shylock’s speech, If you prick us, do we not bleed?
if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison
us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not
revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will
resemble you in that. In this nasty part of our nation’s history I find only wrong and one lonely right. Individual choice to accept another. Had that been there in Florida that night, we would not be here. In recent days I (white by the way) met a black man twice my slender build. He came from California, hundreds of miles away. He, too has a like mind. We became friends at the first meeting. A taxi driver from Pakistan gave me a Koran, and in return I gave him a Bible. He kissed it. I revere those of peace and ask of those of an unlike mind….What do you rule over or gain by laying waste to that which you yearn for? In all the great faiths of the ages, the one concept has been stated over and over again. As it has been written in so many tongues, simply, it is The Golden Rule.Never mind the media. Just do the next right thing. Make a difference. Then sleep well.