Oakland Weariness: Grief and Loss
Oakland: such potential with all of its good and creative citizens. Yet, we fall so often. Five more deaths.
As a fifty-nine year old woman who is often alone at night, I am grateful and respectful of the officers who came to help me twice in the past years because I heard gunshots in my neighborhood or heard someone breaking into a window at night. They were comforting and respectful.
And I am pinky white. I do not forget this. I'm often (not always) treated respectfully. But what I said above has been my most recent experience.
The sadness I feel is for those officers, their families, and co-workers. Co-workers often share things that families don't -- the stresses of work.
I also feel sadness for those who feel so desperate they would kill.
Sadness too, for the community I share. We need strong, true and honest leadership and I feel we do not have it. We need resolve to turn all this violence around and I feel we do not have it. Stumble It!