By Lydia Wylie-Kellermann
I lie awake feeling the weight of the world on my chest. Death haunting our country again. Fifty lives and hundreds wounded. All from guns. I can’t twist my head around any rational for guns. I don’t understand the safety argument. I think of the man in the window and the media argument that he fits “no mold” for motive or terrorism. They can’t say it. That he fits exactly the mold of the violent rampage that rules this country. White men. There is a violent disease filled with numbing, racist hatred. It is a disease that knows no empathy, no kindness, no vulnerability, no self-knowledge, no community. It is a lonely, despicable rotting disease. I lie there with tears in my eyes and rage in my belly at the patriarchy and white supremacy that rules.
And then…I think of these two baby boys that sleep soundly feet away from my bed. I love them more than anything. I love their laughter and their tears and the people they are becoming. I think of this disease that is ready to pounce and swallow them whole. What can I do? How can I mother in a way where they refuse the outstretched hand offered to them as white men? My heart gives in and weeps.
5 thoughts on “Lying awake these nights”
I’m right there with you. And reading this, I realized that there are probably scores of us lying awake at night feeling these feelings. Next time I’ll shoot you some solidarity at three am., even though we don’t actually know each other.
I would love that.
And after the weeping, know you are not alone, and continue loving, mothering and being you on the journey, the long walk…
So true and beautiful and sad. I’m waiting for someone to suggest a ban on aging white male real estate moguls. We weep, and hope together for a transformed world for those precious sons.
Beautifully written. Thank you for your vulnerability.