I'm sad. We got some tear gaz downstairs yesterday because the police was breaking up a local rally. I've seen/ heard/ read [on- & offline] things I couldn't have imagined possible. My only consolation prize is to know that my great-grand-ma [named Tiszelman; born in Poland and who ran away during the 30's to come to France] isn't here anymore to (re-)experience such darkness.
Thanks Casey for finding the energy, and words to speak out loud. I agree with you.
I realise it's not the first time I use this space to write about such things; which makes me even sadder. Je suis Charlie back in January 2015. Then I wondered what exactly lead us to kill each other. Then Black Lives Matter in June 2020. Now this.
My only hope is: to never have to write such a post again.