You argue that your son's sentence is a steep price to pay for “20 minutes of action.” Mr. Turner, what your son did was not “20 minutes of action,” it was rape.
My precious boy – if it were in my power to spare you this heartache, I would not do so. I love you far too much to deprive you of this pain.
Why are we still presuming, expecting or judging based on gender? Still?
So far we’re deadlocked.
Those words are just as important today as they were more than fifty years ago.
But there are so many moms and children lacking those privileges. It's only by luck that my kids were born into the circumstances they were.
Nowadays, with racists running for and winning office while openly espousing the profiling of religious belief and questioning the very humanity of people of color, turning their backs on the poor and destitute ravaged by war and strife and hunger, I can’t afford to deny my bias in defense of my ideals.
Four years to become a tribe that lets losses slide off our backs, enjoys the ride, celebrates ourselves and our individualities. We have to love playing the game. We have to love each other.
In a world where we so much progress made every day, why is this so taboo?
They'll think beyond the boundaries of the ethos of ‘my country’ and embrace the idea of ‘our world’.