There's really not much to say about this violence against the Rohingya Muslims in Myanmar. It's indescribably sad. I remember hearing stories from friends who were victims of the Bosnian genocide, entire villages of males slaughtered and thrown into mass graves. Despite all of our many forms of ugliness in the U.S., our deepest of divisions, the random violence that happens, our misplaced pride in being the unquestioned moral leaders of the world, I wake up every day being thankful that my children will never have to live in a world where these things are something they'll experience and that they're not in a place where the many faults of the government rise to the level of a government committing its own forms of genocide today. Yet I'm left breathless and aching knowing that there are many children out there who have an entirely different reality, subject to a hell of another's choosing, and knowing that there's absolutely nothing that I can tangibly do to help them. Because the reality is that prayer is going to do nothing to help and will be but a misplaced attempt to empty my soul of that agony so I can move on to worry about my trivial inconvenience; instead it needs to feel the agony in order to be a person who treats others with dignity here instead of falling into a tribalist, divisive mindset as what is happening there.
We're lucky people, fellow LR time-wasters. Damn lucky. Sometimes I think we forget that as we bicker, but something like this is a strong reminder of the privilege we have to bicker.
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/10/11/world/asia/rohingya-myanmar-atrocities.html
We're lucky people, fellow LR time-wasters. Damn lucky. Sometimes I think we forget that as we bicker, but something like this is a strong reminder of the privilege we have to bicker.
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/10/11/world/asia/rohingya-myanmar-atrocities.html