I read a piece by an unknown author this week that resonated with me on a personal level so I thought I would share.
“We are the silent majority. We get no air time. We don't burn things down or tear things up. We go to work and support our families. We love America. We salute our flag. We sing the “Star Spangled Banner.” We respect law enforcement and obey the law. We appreciate the military. We are the very backbone of this country. We believe all lives matter because that is what we learned from reading the Bible. We treat everyone with respect no matter the color of their skin but, we are invisible. Let's be heard. It's time we start making some noise.”
I had just spent the weekend with my parents and they watch the news 24-7! There was no looking away as the media covered the riots happening all over our country. I listened to words being used like war-zone and phrases like war-torn areas – happening on the very land that those destroying it claim to love so much. I watched in absolute disgust as protesters and yes, I'll say it . . . THUGS, were pulling down monuments, setting fires to police stations and destroying mass amounts of property.
I watched reporters and cameramen being physically assaulted. I have to wonder, if they want to be heard and see their message get out, why would you assault the people who are most capable of giving attention to your cause?
I watched an interview with a young woman. When she was asked the purpose behind the graffiti and spray paint on government buildings, she pointed to them and replied “This is our art.”
I could clearly see a famous rock band and logo sprayed in huge writing across one building. I wanted to scream through the television . . . “what does that have to do with any of this?” “How is that relevant or helpful to your cause in any way?”
I know I wrote about this a few weeks ago. I intended to let it be, too. But I am sitting back watching as a very small group of people do a tremendous amount of damage under the guise of protest.
The ignorance is simply baffling! The message has now been buried deep under the violence and destruction. Years from now our children's children will not be talking about the big change that came about because of this “demonstration.” They will be talking about the year that a small group of thugs were given free rein to destroy homes, cities, businesses and murder was committed in the streets while we set back and waited for them to tire themselves out.
I am all about lifting up other cultures and races but not at the expense of tearing another down. If I were to stand up today and say “I am a proud of who I am” I would immediately be declared a bigot and racist because I am white and supposed to be ashamed of the color of my skin. I have never hurt or harmed anyone in my life. I have never looked down upon another race or culture. It scares me what we are teaching our younger generations. Are they supposed to now be ashamed of the fact that they were born with fair skin?
I stand firmly on my belief that there are simply bad people and good people in this world and theyt come in all colors. I have to believe most of us are good people.
I never thought I'd see the day that I would watch a murder take place in broad daylight on American news. I don't believe there is reasoning with the few who are trashing their own cities and harming others because there's no policing of the situation. I believe if we want to see real change it starts with teaching our children and grandchildren the importance of respecting one another, respecting our laws and rules and building a better generation ahead. It starts at home.
I believe that WE are the majority. Good, law-abiding, working class citizens of the United States of America. How long will we allow this to continue?
I pray for peace. I pray for goodness and human decency to prevail.
Be kind to one another.
Until next week . . . stay safe, stay healthy and remember . . . we're all in this together.

Stacey Baschwit works at The Paper of Montgomery County, along with her many other duties, and writes a weekly column about the people, places and events that make up her world.