Estimated reading time: 3 minutes, 3 seconds

Half a world away, I have not forgotten you. Your voice is in me. While I’ve been busy exploring my own “me-ness,” I have listened from the margins, admiring your strength and clarity of voice. Injustice and indignities for the “other” makes me weep and curse and then seek to open myself to embrace, to hold, to sit and listen and stand and yell out and shout, “What the !@#$ is wrong with you people!” I may only get to “see” you digitally, but part of you has entered me. And now I weep at the injustice and my sense of powerlessness in the face of it.