“Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home”
This week the Texas Legislature took away from women access to affordable health care. This act took tells physicians how they can or cannot practice. This act will make someone richer, someone more smug and others scared.
This week 6 jurists found a white man not-guilty of any crime in the shooting of a young, unarmed black youth.
This week both the “Rolling Stone” and the “New York Times” used a photo of Dzhokar Tsarnev on the front covers of their journals. And while there was no uproar on social media (from where I sit) about the NYT, above the fold, color, photo, there is for the Rolling Stone.
This is a week when is it so easy to become polarized and divisive by skin, gender, religions and even geographical regions of the country.
I lived and/or worked in Boston from 1996 to 2003, my family roots are Southeastern MA. It’s where I raised my son. It is the city that I feel in my bones. So when I saw the bombing on a TV in Colorado, while at the counter in a UPS store, a ‘oh dear God’ rushed from my mouth and I babbled: I was just there. I’m from Boston. I have friends there. In order to do the task at hand I had to pull my eyes from the screen out to the snow falling outside.
We have our stories. We have our anger. We have our fears. While others are outraged by the ‘Rolling Stone” cover and article, I am not. I see a face that looks like so many young men. I see a face similar to my own boy’s at that age. I see an every-body, an anybody.
And perhaps this is one of the points of this cover. As Walt Kelly wrote decades ago in his satirical comic strip, Pogo, “We have met the enemy and he is us”