As a group, we are starting to come together. Putting logic and understanding into the framework of our mission has become a top priority.
When first faced with what is happening here, there is a natural push back. None of us actually wants to believe that our government and law enforcement are purposely targeting innocent people. Even as I write this I want to say they don’t mean to do what they are – but I know otherwise now. It’s heartbreaking.
I explained to someone today, a mother who had just found our group and was looking for a sign of understanding, how I see Jace handling what’s been done to him. I explained that he fights the depression that goes along with this life-altering brand, seared into his flesh. That he wants to feel optimistic about his future, but that he ends up making statements like his life is already ruined, it would be easier if he was dead. As his mother I want to whisper all the good things to come in his ear, but I also understand why he feels that way.
How do you overcome a label and a lie, so big that it has the power to quite literally ruin ones life? What can you use to combat such power? The average person just does not have that kind of strength. Some would say God… and I am truly glad if those of you who believe can find a stitch of comfort there.
For some, the lucky ones whose families do not turn their backs on them, their loved ones can help offer respite, warmth, and a small feeling of safety.
I have always hugged my sons daily. When Jace was in jail and we were fighting as hard as we could, it pretty much sapped all of my strength to see him weekly for 20 minutes through the glass, six months straight. No hugs allowed. No human touch. No warmth. Not even sunlight.
I hug Jace every day now, even as we head back into court. Even as the prosecutors continue to charge men with this pernicious lie, twisting the truth , laws, and moral fiber with their power of misinformation.
There has to be a way through this.
There has to be.