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Wanting to Say Something, Anything at All

Particularly as someone who encourages activism, I think it’s important that I say something when terrible, heartbreaking, unthinkable violence occurs. And I think it’s important to talk about loving and caring for the marginalized, no matter who they are, no matter what they look like or believe or stand for.

But I also think we put a lot of pressure on people to say the right thing at the right time or risk being called a hypocrite. And I don’t always think it’s good for us during grieving and processing and ranting to share every little thing on the internet.

Grief and activism and lobbying and policy change and love shouldn’t branding strategies. 

It’s really hard to find the right words and right tweets and the right pictures to share when you’re caught up in confusion, fear, rage. Whatever.

Let’s let people grieve in person. There’s a lot that isn’t said online, and that’s ok.

Of course, we have to ask what policies, politicians, words, beliefs, and behaviors contribute to unspeakable violence, but maybe that’s best done on the ground sometimes. Just because we aren’t tweeting a mile a minute doesn’t mean we aren’t doing something.

Today – and every day – is hard when your eyes are opened to the horrors of the world. It’s really really hard to be joyful, or proud, or feel at ease. Let’s honor each other in the varied ways we process and work for change.

Let’s hold each other for a little while and let that healing of human touch give us the strength to work for justice and reason. You can’t fight hate with hate. You can’t fight trolls by trolling. Love is the only thing that works.

I’m praying for all of us today, but especially the LGBTQ community, Muslims, the citizens of Orlando, and the Latino community.

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Leah Wise

Tuesday 14th of June 2016

It's easy for us to pick a political issue here and harp on it, but I think it's so hard to figure out the right thing to say, the thing that honors the victims and their families and has an orientation toward prevention, as well. I'm sure as a mother it feels even weightier in some ways. As a Floridian with family in Orlando, the proximity is difficult to process.


Monday 13th of June 2016

This is lovely, Leah. I wanted to write something, but my heart didn't know what to say. I cried yesterday as I watched a mother on TV cry for her missing son, and I made sure to hug my boys tight and enjoy spending the day with them.

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