written in resp. to a blog on myspace ~C.B.

Out here the people are as cold as the weather...bigoted, angry and painful. The one before hurt so badly because of the harshess of their gloating and this one hurts so much more because of the brutality of their loss. There is no happiness here....it is all anger and violence There is no purple in this frozen land...just the white of their skin....and the blue of the land...and the red dripping from their hands....it is lifting from the clusters in the tiny....cute....... restaurants....pouring out of the crowds...... outside the church doors.....and evaporating in the air at places that were supposed to be safe....like work....or school.....even home. I had prayed for purple....at least a little....but, my dear....purple is too foreign to live here. We...the minority huddle in fear to express awe and disbelief at the joy that others are feeling....while here... the majority.... loud and rudely....as always....yell and mock about their opinions in our very company....expecting that we feel the same....hold the same values...and wish the same autrocities as they. We have to listen..... and take it all in....although we don't believe...in the most incredible way. It is not about sociality here...it is about life.