It’s hard to
hold on to hope when the images on our screens show military vehicles rolling
through our cities, not to protect us, but to intimidate. When peaceful
protesters, people simply asking to be heard and seen, are met with force. When
the response to unity and justice is tear gas, rubber bullets, and silence from
those in power.
Hope can feel
naive in moments like these. Fragile. Foolish, even. But hope isn’t about
pretending things are okay. It’s about refusing to accept that this is the best
we can do. It’s recognizing that our neighbors matter, people we don’t know
personally deserve the same respect and dignity that we want for ourselves and
the people in our lives that we love and cherish.
After all, everyone
is someone’s son or daughter.
