I am sick of war. I am tired of us and them. Let’s focus on what it is like to be human. Fear feels the same for all of us, suffering from violence feels the same for all of us. We need to stop feeding into what fuels violence and what always incites it. And what that is, is a sense that we are different in important ways, that we are entitled in some way that others should not be (because of this and this and that) and some people are just too different to be allowed to breathe.
All people die when one person dies and how everyone dies is important. We don’t want assault rifles in our clubs or our homes . We don’t want assault rifles killing anyone anywhere anymore people of the world. We are sick of the war on this and that. We want peace with this and peace with that and peace with each other.
This is when I am usually informed that I have missed the point. Eat your point. Break it into all its tiny pieces so you can swallow it. Stop sticking it in my face. Yes, I am angry. But I use words. I am heartbroken but when I feel this way I cry. I don’t fight.
When we all feel better we can talk calmly about how we are not so different. We can talk about loss and fear and how we want to share a better world. And those jagged pieces that we both have had to swallow, we can digest and perhaps even come up with legislation to improve things. How’s that for extreme radicalization?