My question is letter of violence of death
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HI
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THE LETTER IS GIVEN BELOW:
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THANK YOU
Dear Mourning Mothers,
With the spirit of love, peace, and understanding, I write this letter to all of the mothers of the world that are in mourning, specifically, to the mothers who have had their children murdered. You, the mothers whose children died a violent, preventable death, whether they died as a solider in war or a victims of war, urban violence, or government sanctioned violence via the death penalty, I am with you. I write you, dear mothers, as a mother whose child was killed by terrible violence.
Our grief, our sorrow, is so profound that I believe that the rain of the sky is produced by the tears of all of the mothers who have lost our children to violence. To lose your child, in any capacity, is devastating. Children should bury their parents. That is the natural order. However, as believers, we know better than to try and know better than God. But still we ponder, why my child?
We, mourning mothers, know a grief and pain, in our souls, which can never be refilled. As a mother who also lost her son to violence, believe when I say, I understand the unexplainable pain.
· To you, the mothers who have had to watch their children go through a “justice system” that convicted them to death, I understand. They did the same to my child.
· To you mothers, whose child was marginalized and discriminated against because they came from the wrong type of community, I understand. Because my child, too, came from the “wrong” community.
· To you mothers, who have had to watch their children die, a slow painful death, knowing you are was powerless to stop it, I understand. I, too, had to watch my child die, a slow, painful, cruel, death.
· To you mothers, who feel the judgment of society, and more hurtful, friends and family, as they label your child a troublemaker, or say they deserved to die, I understand. I watched my son as the government officials, my church community, and his friends, even my own family, sneered and did nothing to save him.
I know what it feels like to have the judgment of society. The child that you carried in your belly, the one you nursed with your breasts, helped take their first steps, teach them their first words, the child that you love with all- no, more than you are, they judge. I know what it is like to watch people look at your child with contempt, evilness in their eyes and hardness in their heart, as your child dies. There is no greater pain than to witness the murder of your child by another. I pleaded and begged for God to take me instead of my son. But it was not to be so.
My son was my greatest teacher. He was a wonderful son! He was so full of love, so full of hope, so powerful in his love, that he just one glance my way, would fill my heart with a million lifetimes of love. With just one touch, I felt the power that fuels the sun. My son, from the top of head to his little toe, had a love more powerful than the force of the entirety of the universe!
Of course, when I first realized his gift of love, it filled me with fear. The world does not know how to deal with that kind of love. Our world is full of hate; full of greed, full of selfishness, and the world was not for people like my son. The world preys on those people that are love; those people that are from “bad or poor” communities; those people who speak against power and against greed.
The moment I held my child, I knew that his life would be in danger. Did you also have that premonition? Did you also warn your child to be careful? Did you warn them to watch what they said and how they acted around those in power? Did you warn them about how people treated people “like us?” Did you warn your child that the world is harder for the poor, for the marginalized, for the immigrant, for the powerless? Did you try everything in your power to protect them and ultimately realized it was in vain? Unfortunately, we, the mothers, can’t protect our children from violence. We can’t make the “system” be fair, show mercy, or see our children, like we do; as a product of our love made into a human. But I believe in a God that change hearts and turn pain into something beautiful.
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