Whispering Wyrd

I’ve got to be really open right now.

I’ve been carrying something heavy since Sunday, and trying to push it down hasn’t worked. It’s started to make me feel physically unwell, which tells me I need to write about it despite risk of backlash. I’m honestly bewildered by what I’ve been seeing.

So many people are furious about the Super Bowl halftime show, about dancing they didn’t like, songs sung in Spanish, things they call “inappropriate.” There are even officials calling for investigations.

And at the very same time, we’re learning more and more about rich and powerful men abusing children. That breaks my heart.

People are up in arms over a few minutes of music and movement, but strangely quiet when it comes to children being harmed. I don’t understand how that happens.

I don’t understand how cultural discomfort or moral outrage over a performance can be louder than compassion for victims. I don’t understand how we’ve arrived at a place where twerking provokes more anger and more response than exploitation of children.

When outrage is selective like this, it stops being about morality and starts being about comfort and/or political identity. If people reserve their loudest voices for performances but not for predators, something is deeply wrong in the priorities.

For me, this isn’t political. It’s human.

Children deserve protection. Victims deserve to be heard. Accountability should matter more than aesthetics or “loyalty” to any political party.

I don’t want to write this with cruelty or hatred. I don’t think that helps anything. But I also don’t think silence helps either. Peace doesn’t mean pretending things are okay when they definitely aren’t. It means caring enough to speak.

I’m just one person, walking my own healing path with one voice, trying to stay compassionate in a confusing world. But I know this much… If people can get loud about a halftime show, we can get louder about protecting children!

And I hope we do.

Amituofo
~Buck