It is incumbent on us as human beings.
November 20, 2024
Everyday.
Everyday there is something to cry about.
I get up, the cats want breakfast. I realize it’s time. As I sit on the side of the bed, even before I stand, I remember our country is in crisis.
I feed the cats, and my mind pictures me five minutes out, when I sit at my laptop with my coffee and toast, and open the New York Times.
Today, I got through several articles before the tears came.
And then I read about Iranian dissident Kianoosh Sanjari, who after decades of protesting Iran’s regime, and being repeatedly and falsely jailed and institutionalized in psychiatric hospitals, chose to end his life.
“Last Wednesday, Mr. Sanjari plummeted from a commercial building in central Tehran, hours after declaring that he would take his own life as a final act of protest if the government did not release four political prisoners by the evening. He was 42.”
Why is it this story that got me this time?
Because Sanjari is all of us, all of us who speak out against wrong. And although I have paid ZERO price for my resistance — let me say that again — I have paid ZERO price for my resistance, there is a chance that will not always be the case.
