Disclaimer: Corruption and evil are everywhere; I’m not ignoring the flip side to yesterday’s events. My dad (and others such as Adam Benforado) address criminal injustice better than I could. Dad’s book, Is Justice Possible? releases in February.
Thank you to all the public servants who risk danger to keep the public safe.
Police officers have meant safety to me, whether they were coming to pull me out of a situation or investigate after the crime ended. I’m grateful for their help and kindness in those most horrible moments during and after terror. They have earned my respect and support.
Is it just me, or has the definition of safety lost its clarity? How do we best live knowing that we can’t sort our locations, our people, and our choices into clearly defined categories? Justice, good, evil—their definitions don’t change. But the way they look isn’t so clear-cut. We must think instead of assume, stay alert instead of relaxing, and allow our view of life to be fluid instead of neatly organized.
Safety may need a new definition. For me, it doesn’t promise I’ll never be hurt or killed. We aren’t guaranteed that kind of safety no matter what we do (though believe me, I want that for my son more than I can put into words). I don’t say this lightly; I’ve had a gun to the back of my head. And when we’re confronted with our own mortaility, as happened last night in Dallas, what do we do?
Assuming common sense safety practices that have always been wise, I move that we do just what we always have. We don’t let fear win. “A true show of strength is in the power of resilience, not in the emotion of lashing out” ( Jeff Eggers). We do it for those lost to violence in Dallas, Orlando, and many other tragedies. We do it for our children so they learn by example how to live a brave, wise life.
Safety means that no matter what happens, we will keep going. We know the end of the story; snipers and terrorists don’t write the final chapter.