SILENCE FOR A TEENAGE GIRL
The Arctic blood in me is stirring. The Far Far North is calling, and my daily routine will soon be disrupted.
In a very good way. I go to seek my roots. My foundation.
But a few last words, because no one should be forgotten.
As I wrote in the last post, the entertainment-news media can be false at times and it can be funny at times. But not innocently false, deadly false; and it’s really not funny funny, when Truth is battered.
And I sorrow when the Truth is ignored into silence. An American-citizen teenager lost her life a couple weeks ago. She was brutally murdered as she slept in her own bed, in the middle of the night.
She had been sight-seeing with her family –
Close to her Mom:
And her Mom said good-night to her one day.
And that night a man of another religion broke into her bedroom –
. . . . As I always tell people, it’s not that easy to kill someone with a knife, not even with a big knife.
Doesn’t look like it was easy.
We’re grown-ups: Men and women who can face reality. Face Truth. Who can feel something. Who can pray. Who can act. Or at least, who can speak up.
Her name is Hallel. An American citizen. Hallel Yaffa Ariel. Living in Israel. 13 years old. “She wanted to be a doctor” when she grew up.
It’s time for me to . . . go . . . and think about things like this and other things.
I won’t be silent. I’ll just be . . . different for a while.