How Long?

There was a shooting—another; again—at a school yesterday. An elementary school. Elementary.

I’m from Texas, where it took place. My family still lives there. I have a niece in second grade.

It could have been her school. It should not be any school.

I am done.

I am done with COVID, now monkey pox, with my family being diagnosed with chronic health problems.

I am done with governments that do not care about their citizens, but choose to aggrandize their own agendas. I am done with corporations who similarly seek to promote their self-absorbed, vain ideologies in the name of capitalistic gain at the expense of their employees’ wellbeing.

I am done with seeing armed security guards at local synagogues and other religious institutions because too many have died for their faith when we thought we were free to express it.

I am done with baseless hatred, with us fighting against each other for the sake of securing our own identities, too insecure to allow those who are different to coexist along side us. I am done with children being caught in the crossfires and suffering for our lack of deference for the other.

I am done with violence, injustice, and pain.

I am done with fighting, with caring, with seeking to make this world a better place, with believing in the goodness of others when all they do is prove me wrong.

I am done with surviving.

I am done with hope.

I am done.

I can’t do this—we can’t do this—anymore. Not on our own.

We need Moshiach. NOW.