More than anything, I am praying, hoping, believing a change will indeed come. However, it seems that two steps forward lands us on our rear-ends more so than catapulting us ahead. Efforts seem pointless. Speaking up and out can get you beaten to a bloody pulp. Knowing your rights and acting on it can land you in jail and voila, you’re dead the next morning or while in “holding.”
What do we do? That is the question that there seems to be no resolution to. I WISH more than anything that I had the answers. That I had a magic wand to wave and command evil and its kin “be gone.” But, I do not.
Will I always have this fear walking Jernee, my dog at night? I am unsure. It may pass, right now, it’s staring me in the face every night as I tend to her. Night is cooler. She is smaller, she is also older, so the heat affects her a lot during the day for longer walks. It’s best to do so when the sun has completely set. I don’t know what will happen Camille, but would I be glad to be rid of it? I sure as heck would.