…as a draft for a few weeks, until I got up the nerve to once again take it on.   There were no lines, just a few groups of notes I jotted down quickly on my way from one task to another.  Just before I did that, I had been contemplating, or daydreaming, or musing upon how those who claim to stand for freedom and equality, permit these travesties to take place, and even condone them.  Even act as their apologists.  I suspect I will never understand or be fully able to fathom this.