Something is not right here.
We all know it, but we don’t give it a name.
We don’t address it.
We let it hover in the air, anonymous, unspoken.
We pretend it is our own frailty.
We blame ourselves for their behaviour, but we are not committing the current crimes.
We say we are making room for the darker colours of the rainbow, but we are really just pretending that love has no boundaries.
We are lying to ourselves and one another.
We are confusing compassion with indifference to aggression and judgement, and the hurt and destruction they unleash.
We are enabling abuse.
Healing starts with honesty.
Hate is not a part of love - it may be a part of the path, but it is not beautiful or glorious.
The bad smell is real.
Listen to the tears of the victims - they are sounding the alarm.
Let us call this out and draw our lines in the sand.
This is what kindness looks like in the face of attack: clear, firm, resolute.
We want everyone to join us, but those wielding weapons will need to put them down before they can enter.