The actions of 19 Islamic extremists on 9/11 left an indelible mark on America. Today, millions pause to commemorate the attacks’ 13th anniversary, to honor the victims and to remember that all life is special and sacred. But there’s an untold story amid the many speeches and moments of silence — one filled with a different kind of pain, grief and strong sense of loss.
While there is a lot of appropriate rage about Ferguson right now, the killing of John Crawford, III is getting less attention than it deserves. I put Shaun King’s tweets and history lesson on the matter in chronological order for easier consumption.
You really should be following Shaun King on Twitter.
Thoughts on the way to the train: why do old people walk so slowly? The guys and gals with the slow/stop signs at building sites, do they have the cruisiest jobs ever or what? I wonder why I have so many 5-cent coins in my pocket. What am I going to do with them? Could I pay for dinner with only 5-cent pieces? Hmm…
Walking around the house doing stuff, I sometimes get hit by this realization that whatever I’m doing in that moment, is my life. My life, as in I’ve been on this planet for 33, almost 34 years, doing everyday stuff like this millions of times and I’ve never thought twice about it until now. Thinking ‘huh, so this is what life actually is and I am the one actually doing it, in this very moment’. I am then instantly hit by another realization: how incredibly grateful I am for doing this, and for having this feeling and how incredibly amazing it is to be aware of it all.