Many of us feel assaulted by the news these days. Yesterday's tragedy in Nice was almost unbearable. My husband and I remember our honeymoon (delayed 16 years) there and how lovely and friendly the town was. We went to the market each day, and promenaded along the sea wall. That it should happen on Bastille Day is the same as such a thing happening on our Fourth of July. What are the words? There are no words, just as the faces of Obama and Bush said everything and their speeches little in Dallas a few days ago. This is evil destruction, a tearing down of humanity and kindness and connection. This is unspeakable.
Is this what it felt like in the 1930s in Germany? An overriding sense of horror and seemingly no way to stop it? I wish my parents were alive to tell me what it was like. This is a dark, silent moment. Tears and sobbing the only sounds from our throats. None of us know what to say to each other. And taking action seems confusing: what action? where? how? We need guidance, wise words, and comfort and connection. I hope our leaders are up to the task.
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