The news comes in today; we wait for verifications. Yet, we could go back five years, ten, twenty, seventy years and see the images of the innocent dead in most every country of the world. Today, yesterday, since forever, the death of one child, let alone many children is devastating to my soul. As it is a blowtorch to the minds and hearts and spirits and souls of many others.
Today, as we await more details, and hope against hope, tThis is not first time, it is the most recent murder of innocents during out lifetimes. Is there a limit to what we can bear? No. We bear and bear. But is there a time to think and speak more clearly? Yes. Is there a time to speak of these matters outside the usual gloss and scrolling off the front page of the news? Yes. Now.
And. I’ll write more in days to come, much more, for there continues to be inexact reference to whom is responsible for heinous acts no matter they be from 500 years ago, or now. This is my point of view in which I am rooted as a child raised by refugees and the war torn: Mass death is not the work of a government; it is not the direct order of the peoples who happen to inhabit the boundaries of said nation. It is the work of men. They have names. Let us find the exact names.
Let us keep those names of who ordered, who executed, who drove, then released… above the water line. Let us see if we can do this. The names of likely less than 100 who did this. Anywhere. Anytime. Any place. Therein lies power to know, and thus to move in mind and in action with clear, focused perspective, rather than blurred ideas about nations, governments, corporations etc having done X.
Power to intervene comes not by naming a nation, not by naming a government of x country, not by holding all citizenry accountable for the crimes of the power-mongering at the top, against which the citizenry are clearly powerless, not just there and there, but also here and here.
It is not a ‘government.’ It is the few, the very few who are more mad than dogs with rabies, yet who continue whilst dining on gold and silver placements, being greeted as though they are queens and kings. They are not. They are power-maggoted and have lost their humanity, their one tether to the soul: regard for living innocent persons. Whoever unleashes death against the innocents, are without the heart attached to the mind, as in a just governance of a family, let alone of a peoples.
They have names. Let us name those whose actual hands signed, carried, dispersed. There is the place to start. With focus, rather than the diffuse ways we have, since forever, spoken about atrocities, without careful differentiation, without due process, without discernment, without defining by name, who took upon themselves to plan and execute.
And while we are in discernment, let us have too, the names of the murdered, so we can properly hold them up by name, by precious name, also. So they too have faces, and are not just spoken of as ‘numbers slain.’