The Internet is full of conspiracy theories. One of the latest I’ve seen is the claim that maybe Sandra Bland was already dead in her mugshot. Since that creepy theory showed up in my Facebook timeline, I’ve been haunted by that photo, by her face. Really, the whole situation sticks with me. It shows how quickly something can go very wrong. Bland herself expressed her disbelief at “all of this” for failing to use a signal.
It seems like every week, every other day even, there’s another story of a black person dying under suspicious circumstances. And it seems like lots of these circumstances start out as situations that got out of hand. It makes me wonder, what is the one thing that could have kept everything from going tragically wrong?
I have no eloquent words or arguments for things like this. I just think of my three little ones. Universally, as moms, we worry about our children. We worry about how to prepare them for the world they will face. What do we tell them?
Maybe it’s as simple as these words from Israel Houghton’s “Love God, Love People.”
Love God, love people
Love my neighbor as myself
My brother, my sister
Everybody love somebody
If we could really get God’s love in our hearts and walk in it, so many problems would be eliminated. Godly love would cause us to respect each other. Godly love would prevent us from harming one another. Godly love would compel us to understand and embrace those who are different from us.
For now, I am thankful that my children are too young to worry about such heavy things. I am thankful that they are too young to be out on their own. And I’m most thankful that they are here for me to hold and kiss. Remembering that there are mothers who can’t do the same for their children will make it a little harder to sleep tonight.