The world’s going to hell in a handbasket.
What a cliche. What a reality these past few weeks. In Russia, young men are slaughtering other young men. Closer to home, two young men, without obvious remorse, are charged with killing an innocent, Felicia Reese.
Hey, a handbasket isn’t big enough for all this hell-bound violence and tragedy. We need dump trucks, thousands of them.
But wait a minute, some enlightened souls are saying. Another way exists to deal with this horror. In Russia, mothers are undertaking dangerous journeys to the battlefields to rescue their sons. One mother, trudging through mud and cold to find her son, was fed and given shelter by the mothers of enemy soldiers.
She probably doesn’t care if others think her an overprotective mother. Or if others will mock her son for being a mommy’s boy. It’s a stupid, senseless war. This mother knows it. She wants better things for her son. He’s out of there, she hopes.
The woman belongs to the Committee of Soldiers’ Mothers. The committee has recognized the war for what it is: a worthless waste of young men’s lives. Maybe they have the power to stop it. Never discount mother-power. Look at what MADD mothers have done to stop drinking and driving in this country.
On the homefront, the many people who loved Felicia Reese won’t let her memory - or the lessons contained in her life and death - fade away. Reese, 22, was killed a few days after Christmas in an apparent robbery; $43 was taken.
Today, at 1 p.m., people are invited to gather at Harvest Christian Fellowship Church, N1316 Lincoln, to begin a march to Riverfront Park, a march in Felicia’s name.
“We encourage anyone to come. We will pray for our city. Pray for our healing. Pray for the bloodshed to stop. Pray for the youth of this city. We hope to demonstrate that there is a generation of young people who stand up for what is right,” said Joann Larson, a march organizer.
So the world’s headed to hell in dump trucks. What’s new? People, though, have a choice. They can either stand by and heap anger, bitterness and revenge on the junk pile. Or they can use their energy and grief and rage to change things for the better, to say enough. Enough.
The following fields overflowed: CREDIT = Rebecca Nappi/For the editorial board