Living in a world of fear

I walk through a crowded Union Station in Washington, D.C., every day. It’s still new to me, as I’ve only lived here about a month. I’m beginning to think, though, that it will never be normal.

It was starting to get normal. I know the routine. I’m memorizing train schedules and learning train etiquette and which doors open at which stops. It’s not the public transportation I have an issue with — I actually like that part of it.

Heading home from the office the other day, though, I sat down next to a young white man wearing headphones. As I sat there, I realized that he appeared much like all of the recent mass shooters – probably in his early 20s, white, somewhat awkward, unshaved with a peach-fuzz face. This morning, walking from the train through the station, I noticed another young man who fit the same description. I noticed … [This is the beginning of my latest column for the online newspaper, Global Sisters Report. Continue reading here.]

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