The wind is howling, swirling leaves around the yard in a race to get wedged into some corner for a winter hideout, safe from rakes and compost piles. My house is currently adorned with my granddaughter’s Thanksgiving artwork. In one, she depicted a poor turkey’s lifespan from a live bird, to a delicious looking golden brown bird on a platter, to a pile of bones. Interesting how a child looks at things unfiltered.
In light of what had happened in Paris, and around the world, I understand your fear. I understand your gut reaction to protect your home and family. I understand it, truly I do. I only ask that you remember who the enemy is, the terrorists, not everyone who looks different than you do. If someone was bombing my home, I would grab my grand babies and flee to anywhere bombs were not falling, and hope I was accepted.
The father and son who lost their wife and mother in the Paris attacks wrote a response that is worth repeating. Our children growing up happy and free is the best insult possible to those who threaten us. It is also the best example. Remember when Mary and Joseph were rejected at the Inn, and then their son started a revolution that has lasted thousands of years, and he did it by example.
If the consensus is that all Syrians should be barred from immigrating to our country, then the same argument holds true for gun ownership. We cannot trust that one crazy gun-owner won’t go to a theater and shoot people, so we must take away all gun-owner’s rights. No? No, I think there is a common sense middle ground. Remember, the man who was the mastermind of the Paris attack was a Belgium citizen. We must be aware, we must be vigilant, we must be careful, but we must not forget our humanity, otherwise they win.