I don't know but today seems kinda odd" - Ice Cube
Sometimes it's hard to say that today was a good day. It was. But sometimes, it doesn’t feel right to say that today was a good day for you, when so much tragedy surrounds you. I can't help but be focused on this Jennifer Hudson family tragedy. I don’t think the tragic loss that celebrities suffer is any worse than that of us common folk, but there was something about the brutality of this situation that has stuck with me.
To preface this, I guess I should explain my own feelings on the senselessness of murder. Ending someone's life, under any circumstances, to me, is an unnecessary irrevocable extreme. But my sympathy for murdered drug dealers, violent criminals, men who abuse their wives, adults who molest, assault, neglect children, thieves who would rather put effort into taking your shit than to get a job to earn their own…my sympathy for these people has its limits. So when I see on the news that someone has been murdered in the midst of a drug deal or some other violent act, I guess its easy for me to move on. When I hear that someone innocent has died in some kind of altercation, my heart goes out, but at least I can imagine the circumstances that led to such a killing. I mean, it wasn't justified, but I suppose I see the reason it happened. But when a man, for no reason, takes the life of an innocent unarmed woman, or a small harmless child, I have almost no remorse for whatever horror befalls that person.
I was saddened to see that Hudson's mother and brother had been murdered on Friday, but when I woke up yesterday to find the news that the little 7 year old nephew had been murdered, I was shocked. I will never understand what the little boy could have possibly done to deserve that. It would have been just as easy for the man to dump the boy on the side of the road. The man has already been identified, the world knows who he is, the police know exactly who they are looking for. What could the boy have possibly told the police that they didn’t already know? Senseless. Merciless. Heartless. Cruel. I just don’t understand why this is what we have become…hearing about this type of news makes everything else seem so small.
Still that is what separates us from them. The merciful from the merciless. We should care, we should be upset, we should be bothered, we should be saddened. Not just about this, but all of the tragedy we see. (and in this world, we see plenty). When we see the names of soldiers who have been killed or students who have been shot at school or innocent drivers who have died in horrific accidents on the same highways that we drive up and down everyday…we should feel something. It has become so easy to allow ourselves to become desensitized to the world around us. Let this be a reminder to those I care about to cherish your life, and the lives of those around you. Tragedy shouldn’t have to hit us or our families in order for us to feel. I love you all and I thank God for every day that we continue to share on this earth...
To preface this, I guess I should explain my own feelings on the senselessness of murder. Ending someone's life, under any circumstances, to me, is an unnecessary irrevocable extreme. But my sympathy for murdered drug dealers, violent criminals, men who abuse their wives, adults who molest, assault, neglect children, thieves who would rather put effort into taking your shit than to get a job to earn their own…my sympathy for these people has its limits. So when I see on the news that someone has been murdered in the midst of a drug deal or some other violent act, I guess its easy for me to move on. When I hear that someone innocent has died in some kind of altercation, my heart goes out, but at least I can imagine the circumstances that led to such a killing. I mean, it wasn't justified, but I suppose I see the reason it happened. But when a man, for no reason, takes the life of an innocent unarmed woman, or a small harmless child, I have almost no remorse for whatever horror befalls that person.
I was saddened to see that Hudson's mother and brother had been murdered on Friday, but when I woke up yesterday to find the news that the little 7 year old nephew had been murdered, I was shocked. I will never understand what the little boy could have possibly done to deserve that. It would have been just as easy for the man to dump the boy on the side of the road. The man has already been identified, the world knows who he is, the police know exactly who they are looking for. What could the boy have possibly told the police that they didn’t already know? Senseless. Merciless. Heartless. Cruel. I just don’t understand why this is what we have become…hearing about this type of news makes everything else seem so small.
Still that is what separates us from them. The merciful from the merciless. We should care, we should be upset, we should be bothered, we should be saddened. Not just about this, but all of the tragedy we see. (and in this world, we see plenty). When we see the names of soldiers who have been killed or students who have been shot at school or innocent drivers who have died in horrific accidents on the same highways that we drive up and down everyday…we should feel something. It has become so easy to allow ourselves to become desensitized to the world around us. Let this be a reminder to those I care about to cherish your life, and the lives of those around you. Tragedy shouldn’t have to hit us or our families in order for us to feel. I love you all and I thank God for every day that we continue to share on this earth...
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