Vigilance (a re-write from an old, different blogpost)

I'm not worried about the…troglodytes, the hate and fear fountains of empty promises and collective rage.  I'm worried about those lonely loser denizens, fearful of change, of the loss of their "dream," of  "that one" and those ones and, finally, of difference.  I can feel in my bones the day that time stopped for an entire weekend when JFK was assassinated.  I felt the same thing only more in shame than fear when MLK was assassinated. Then Bobby Kennedy was taken down.  And that final blow I think created my loss of hope and optimism for a very long time.  As history tells us, we have been numb for more than 50 years.  This is not the legacy we want.  

We can't talk hope alive, and we can't shout fear down.   It takes vigilance, identifying with cultural purpose and—more than anything—the certainty that people all together are more important than any burbling bottom line or cotton candy slogan.