Hello all. It’s been a while since my last post and I figured it was time for an update lest anyone think I succumbed to the frustration of the job search, walked into the woods, and never came back out again.
While there hasn’t been a big, blog worthy event, there have been a few things worth noting and some thoughts clinking around in my brain. You have been warned. Read on at your own risk.
The Work In Progress
In my last post I talked about how I was having trouble settling on a novel to write. I considered whether I had a fear of commitment when it came to novel writing. Well, I have finally committed to a tale. I’m excited about it. I hope the excitement sticks.
The Ugly Side of the Internet
Social media, and much of the internet in general, gets ugly(er) during an election year. It just does. I’ve come to terms with it, and while I wish people could be a bit more civil in their discussions, at least the discussions are happening. That said, there’s only so much vitriol I can take before I hear a primal rage scream that, as it turns out, is coming from me. My sanity benefits greatly from closing the laptop, silencing the notifications on my devices, and walking into the woods—threatening never to return.
Unfortunately, election year also coincides with my search for full time employment. Given the kind of work I’m looking for, it’s not the best time to slash my internet time. Now’s the time to prove I’m a social media goddess who navigates the digital world with ease and panache. I need to be expanding my presence, not narrowing it. So, I spend a few minutes here, a few minutes there, and refuse to engage in the outrage, which brings me to…
Can We Please Talk About the Toddler?
Look, I’m not going to rehash the whole story about Harambe and the Cincinnati Zoo. Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve heard it. I’m not going to talk about the perceived negligence of the mother of the child who fell into the gorilla enclosure, nor will I discuss the merits of tranquilizer darts vs. bullets, or whether Harambe was protecting the child, or whether zoos should be shut down. Instead, I’d like to focus on the little boy.
Imagine, for a second, growing up knowing that there were people outraged about the decision to save your life. Imagine growing up knowing that a large number of people valued the life of a gorilla (that they probably hadn’t even heard of previously) more than yours. Doesn’t feel very good, does it? Of course I’m sad about Harambe, but my heart breaks for the child.
I just hope this child is being shielded from the outrage and that things on the internet maybe can disappear after all, buried under the newest news of the day, because if I had to live with the evidence of how little people valued my life, well…
I’d walk into the woods and never come back out again.
I also think it’s an outrage that the names of the child and his parents were made public so the shaming could be made up close and personal. Equally outrageous is bringing up the father’s (even though he was not at the scene of the incident and has been turning his life around) criminal background. I am impressed with the restraint you’ve shown, Devon, in not bringing up the obvious race factor. I’m so sick of bigotry. Other families who’ve had harrowing experiences similar to this one, were spared the ignominy of public (god, I hate Facebook but still go there to see pix) second-guessing and ridicule.
I’m right there with you. And thank you for the compliment on my restraint. I rewrote that last section a couple of times! I am very angry about the bigotry and hate that has been brought into this, but I see it in so many places now, it’s almost a given. If that’s not a sad statement, I don’t know what is.
Bigotry and hate cannot and must not be a given. Yet, I feel you, Devon, as much as any person of privilege can. Yes, I ”get” white privilege but what I don’t get is why so many refuse to acknowledge it.
Because, I think, to some privileged folks, equality feels like a loss of rights or some form of oppression. It’s sad, and you’re right, bigotry must not be a given. At the same time, it never surprises me.
I’d meet you in the woods.