When I think of the vast chasm between what we are and what we could be, I fear for our species. I search for a way out of the downward spiral of modern existence, and I see nothing but darkness. I am a thirty year old woman afraid to have a child for fear of the nightmare I am bringing new life into. And remember - death doesn't matter if you're not white. I'd like to give an unequivocal 'yes' to that question, but I really don't know.
Hope certainly exists as long as one person is willing to stand up and make a difference.
But too many are remaining seated. They're afraid to knock the pendulum. People might talk. Being different is dangerous. I'm afraid as I rise to my feet.