Its not about us forgetting the cops that aided and now we all hate cops. Its about the lives lost. All the first responders that assisted, nit just the cops. Its about those we lost in the war that followed. Its about remembering the brothers,sisters mothers, fathers, children, aunts, uncles, and friends lost.
Its about remembering the heartache that happened and how people came together.
Its not about muslims. Its not about Democrat vs republicans or if bush knew or not.
Its about a historical event that we lived through. That is now taught as a historical event is history class.
To those we lost, rest in peace. To those who suffer with physical or mental wounds, you are loved and your story matters To those that helped save others and died, you died a hero. To those that helped save people and are still here, you are a hero. To those whose lost loved ones, my heart goes out to you because this yearly reminder is not fair.
I was in school. I was in first grade. And i hope nothing like that day and the days that followed ever happen again.
In a world so dark and shitty, I know my babies will grow up and be kind. My boys are mixed. White. Black and Japanese. I may not fear like mothers/families because they are so asian and white in complexion.
But I do fear for the world they are growing up in and will have to navigate someday. This is the time to talk to your kids and explain what is going on. Teach them to love all colors and stand up for what is right. Teach them to not be colorblind because right now we need to see color and love it.
As a mother, my heart hurts for the black mothers and fathers. I hope this all ends soon. We can not sit by and let more lives be taken.