In Tanzania they are butchering albinos, using their leg bones and hands and hair for magical potions that will bring the user wealth.
This is happening right now.
There have been dead babies popping up in Dottie Bones’ blog lately. She sees them lying on the grossing table in the grossing room of the hospital where she works. It is sad to see them and it is sad that she sees them, but I imagine that she, I don’t know…I want to say that she has some way of coping with them, with the sight of them. Not that she ignores it or pretends they are something other than what they are, but…I guess that I imagine that she sees them for exactly what they are, and that by simply allowing that awful image to be what it is, to really see it and acknowledge it without falling apart or pretending it isn’t awful or any of the myriad ways we have of not allowing bad things in, she both honors what’s going on and strips it of some it the power it has to maim or work away at her.
In my imagination that is the kind of thing I wonder and think about.
I hope she is alright. I really do. And I hope you are alright as well.
It’s a tough old world out there.
It is true that we are terrible creatures. Even those of us who are really trying to be good fail at it more often than not. You are more likely to meet with success if your aim is evil and badness. Despite the horrors, though, we keep on going.
You would expect that it would actually kill you, the stuff that goes on.
It comes as a shock sometimes that it doesn’t.
You just keep waking up.
We bang along, I guess. Mostly in the middle somewhere between the extremes of beauty and horror. I do not know what it says about me, but I am determined to make room for all of it.