The father gets custody; the guard is not fired.
Two levels of amazement: at these things, and that it shocks me at all. Still young enough to be almost speechless at such amazing and everyday injustice! Well, we sigh about how jaded we are, but that's the giveaway. Because, to feel jaded? There's no such thing. It's a very precise catch-22.
Just like with feeling desensitized. I grew up
in San Francisco, and when I was little,
seeing panhandlers made me cry with empathy
and sorrow. When I was somewhat bigger, I was sad
instead about the fact that their suffering no longer
saddened me. Then I just stopped being sad.
Between caring and not-caring, there's
caring-that-you-no-longer-care. But if you're not
back-pedaling from there, you're moving forward:
we may make it to actually jaded.
So don't be speechless. Finding words will matter. Listen:
At such amazing (language the flesh
dressing the bones of a common
frame of reference, and language the bones
enough to know I
can use this word because
this amazement as well will be shared,
not by everyone, but by some
of us) injustice...
do not be lonely.
injustice, fear, doubt or any of the things
that are filling your skull —
The words themselves are proof of
the passage of so many others