So there is an extremely sad picture making the rounds on the internet of a man that tried to swim across the river with his child, only to end up face down in the water with his child face down, held under his shirt. That bothers me so much to see something so sad, but…
The thing that really bothers me is the comments on social media placing blame on the father, saying things such as, “if they had tried to do this legally” or “how sad but it’s the fathers fault” or a number of incredibly heartless and horrible things in trying to justify the “but” following condolences! We won’t even get into the politics of hate from these folks but blaming the father for making the ultimate sacrifice for his family is subhuman!
I wrote a poem about a little girl in October 21, 2015. She had been shot in heavy traffic due to an altercation between her father and the shooter. It was an overcast day with rain drizzle , you know, the kind that makes you sit back with a cup of tea or coffee in the afternoon or a beer to wonder about life. Ennui is the perfect word for the day, somber, reflective…melancholy.
It turned out that the father had beef with the shooter and they began a back and forth in traffic and I forget details but I believe the father wouldn’t let the other guy pass, even though there were 4 or 5 lanes, though admittedly heavy traffic. The guy trying to pass got frustrated, pulled a gun and shot into the cab. Unfortunately, he missed the driver but not the little girl in the back seat. The father didn’t know until his son told him that his sister was bleeding. You know what happened to her, of course..she passed.
Now, to tie this together, the father making a sacrifice to bring her daughter to a better place, to a land of opportunity is blamed for her death; the man who instigated the altercation that resulted in his daughter’s death ( she was 5 yrs old, btw, if that makes a difference to you) was treated with kid gloves and condolences poured in..not withstanding the fact he was a HUGE reason the poor little girl was dead!
So I ask you, what is the difference in how people reacted here. Was one man less human than the other because he was an illegal? Who deserved more in respect to their situation? One man was trying to make a better life for his child, the other was playing chicken in heavy traffic with an gun toting driver…
Either way, two baby girls are gone but only one gets true sympathy. What an unjust America we have become! And I dedicate this poem to both:
The sky is crying..
Tears bleed from darkened clouds..
Earth moans, groans..
In quiet despair..
Pavement cracks in pain..
One sad choice..
One small thought..
One mad bullet..
One small life..
One small taste of beauty..
Now we weep!
The world cries with you..
For a small pine box..
Only the good die young!
Hush little baby,
Don’t you cry..
Can we put our hatred away for a moment?