Sometimes I feel like I’m shouting into the wind. Almost every day I read of yet another unspeakable incident that provokes my simmering outrage. And I guess that I hope that by speaking out, my small voice will be like a snowball that builds support bit-by-bit, eventually growing into something substantial that will make a difference. Well, that’s my dream, anyway.
The event that has me riled up this time was not an action by police, but instead occurred at that most mundane of places… the airport, where a handicapped teenage girl was unjustifiably roughed up and injured by TSA agents. Since more of us will find ourselves at the airport than at the sight of a police action, I think it behooves us all to sit up and take notice of this particular event.
See Paranoia Runs Deep in the Ramblings section of this blog.
