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Enough is Enough

March 12, 1993; I was in a college classroom when we heard this loud noise, explosion, only to find out later that it was one of the series of bomb blasts in the city of Mumbai, when bodies started flooding at the casualty/ trauma ward of Nair hospital. Several times, mobs went crazy, rioting due to disrupt train schedule and I couldn’t get home on time, had to seek alternate means of travel to get home while I was in college in Mumbai. 

A couple months ago my neighbor’s dog attacked me and I have been traumatized since, can’t walk on our street any more. That is the extent of my involvement in anything violent or tragic.  9/11, 26/11 happens and several successive mass bombings, school shootings including Sandy hook happened, and even though I was nowhere near them, it affected not just me but everyone. My then 11 year old son had panic attacks, night mares for days following Sandy hook massacre. Then one of the teenagers from our school was shot fatally by another. 

It keeps happening, it affects you for a few days, weeks, we give it a name and move on. I console myself, I am an ordinary woman, I am not a law maker however I am a law abiding citizen, I exercise my right to vote, I think that person I voted for will make a difference but once they get to Washington, there is not much they can do, it’s Washington politics. The powerful people who control gun lobby sleep at night peacefully thinking that they have provided guns to everyone, everyone is safe.

 It’s the innocents who suffer in the bargain. People of dark skin have to have talks with their teenage sons what to do when confronted by police officers. And I count my blessings for I do not have to worry about where my next meal is coming from, I have a strong roof over my head to protect me from tornadoes and hurricanes and I sleep peacefully at night once again…………until next time. Ignore me for these are my rambling on this Thursday, February 15, 2018. 



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