Shots in Boulder
I hardly slept last night, thoughts rolling through my head, survival mechanisms kicking in.
For the last 10 years I lived in South Africa I had a 38 special strapped to my inner thigh. I was on the road all the time for work, during very dangerous times and very unsafe places – especially for women – where we are a commodity, a possession, very low on the human totem pole of survival. (South Africa has the highest rape statistics in the world, and although I never see myself as a victim, I know this from first-hand experience)
I was born in the sixties. Freedom, love, and compassion were our mantra – PEACE – was a symbol of hope for the future of all humans – everywhere. I “imagined” with John & Yoko like most people of my generation. But it was all a dream, a hope, that did not break the barrier of greed, corruption, and hate, which essentially is the human condition.
I made the decision to bring my girls to a safer place, to live a better life, to have opportunities, and to live without fear. But after listening to my girls last night, talk about what happened in Boulder yesterday, so close to home. I feel that so much has changed in how I view America. I don’t see it as a land of hopes and dreams for a better life anymore. It has simply become white Africa.
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