By Carol / April 19, 2022 /
This is now I feel today.
What does the future look like? For my granddaughters, my step grandsons, the children in pre-schools, the young adults in college?
North Korea launches another missile. Is the target South Korea? The United States? Is it only time?
Russia batters Ukraine. Kills civilians. Intentionally. Targets hospitals. Ukraine vows to fight to the end.
Police kill another black man. Another black child. Another black woman. At a traffic stop. In their front yard. In their own homes. Unarmed. Unresisting. Guilty? Not guilty?
Does it matter?
Can the future be better? Here? Overseas? Anywhere? Ever? I wish I could say yes. But I can’t.
So I’m sorry. For my grandchildren. For all the grandchildren. For the 4-year-old kids I read with each week. For the college students.
I want to make it better, the future. But I can’t make it so.
And I’m sorry.