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A Dangerous Place

I spent yesterday with an all-day migraine plus hours of illness from anesthesia.

I understand your day wasn't so great, either.

When I was able to look at my iPad at around ten pm, it was as though another wave of sickness came upon me.

A president has betrayed a nation.

And on the home front, things aren't much better.

Some who spoke about removing Confederate moments in Howard County were trolled in the most aggressive and vitriolic ways. A citizen who asked her elected officials to make a public statement about Charlottesville was accused by others of trying to stir up trouble or "rally her base" to run for office.

To be honest, I'm still probably too sick to be writing a decent blog post. But this is a time when common human decency does not have the luxury of taking a sick day. So, here goes.

All men and women and created equal. All must be afforded equal treatment under the law: in communities, in businesses, in schools, in churches, in public places. And all of us are responsible for making that happen.

If we choose not to actively accept that responsibility we betray the principles upon which our country is founded.

I'm looking for elected officials to say both in their words today but also in their actions tomorrow that they accept that responsibility. And I'm looking for community members to do the same.

Those of you out there who are opposing school redistricting because it will lower your school's exceptional national rankings--I see you. If you gather together with enough like-minded people you may be able to convince someone that you're acting purely out of parental concern.

Not me.

Our children will benefit from a more integrated world. Supporting one is one of the best things we can give them. Especially in a week where we have seen what marching in groups of the completely "pure" really looks like. That's not a world we want.

Is it?


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