Thanksgiving was 2 days ago. I got to spend the entire day with my family: my mom, my dad, and my sister. (Normally, we spend Thanksgiving with my grandparents, but refrained from doing so this year due to Covid ramping up in my home state.)
My whole life I’ve celebrated the Fourth of July as a day of freedom. Today, July 3rd, I watched a moving reminder by Daveed Diggs based on Frederick Douglass’ “What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?”
As I’m sure you know, the Corona virus is spreading. The fear here in the United States is very real. At Target where I work we’re daily out of toilet paper; we’re rationing things like hand sanitizer and trying our best to adhere to social distancing. In the town where I live, we only have three respirators in our hospital.
With 5,800+ cases and now 100 deaths, it’s clearly getting to be more serious in America. I’m now starting to get worried, and my anxiety is starting to amp up.
I’m a practicing Lutheran; my whole family are Lutherans. In this troubling time, I find the music from The Prince of Egypt to be uplifting and a strong reminder that the Lord hears our prayers. He hears our cries to heaven, and listens to the needs of His people.
Blind Guardian’s “Curse My Name,” reminds me of something. It clicked in my head only just this morning.
For a song coming from 2010, it has strong resemblance to our current political climate.
“Curse My Name” is a rousing song, telling the story of a tyrannical king being brought forth for his crimes. As the crowd gathered (or that’s how it appears in my head whenever I listen) watches, he is tried guilty, and the crowd around him rejoice.
Recently, New Zealand has suffered a terrible tragedy: 49 people were murdered in two mosques in Christchurch, New Zealand. The news coverage, from the BBC, details the events of the massacre and what has transpired afterwards, including memorial services, flowers and beautiful affirmations of love from the surrounding community, including this picture:
One thing that has stuck with me, though, is how quickly the Prime Minister has moved to change the gun laws of New Zealand. This has given me hope, a powerful message of change that I want to reach Congress here in the United States.
My heart goes out to the families who have suffered during this terrible time, for those who have lost loved ones, or whose loved ones are in the hospital. I can only hope that those in the hospital heal, and know that they are loved. (I do not mean to sound clunky in my well wishes; at the same time, I do not want to sound insensitive, since the immediate “thoughts and prayers” response might sound abrasive in such serious times.) I really do feel for the people who were injured, as well as their families. I feel for the families who lost someone close to them.
I am not a journalist, so forgive my rusty way of going about writing what news has transpired. I’m sure there are bloggers out there who have covered this tragedy, and have written about it better than I have. Please continue your thoughtful outpourings.
I love the freedom I have on the web. We all do. Oh, excuse me, I should say had.
Recently in the U.S., we’ve lost net neutrality. I was at work when I saw the news alert. I’m enraged and devastated that the Internet is going to be commercialized like television. It’s disgusted and nauseating. I was fearful that this would happen. Now, I worry that the rights as we know them for the Internet won’t be restored.
Here’s a good video about net neutrality from the YouTube show “Extra Credits.” This is from 2014. Sadly, it’s relevant.
But, as my sister told me, “This too shall pass.” I can only hope.