Police sirens. That is what I heard last night as I drifted off to sleep wondering who, who, who is in trouble? Who is being chased or protected or not?

This morning, more sirens. Part of the background noise of my neighborhood. Like the trains going by, the traffic, the birds.

This nation is at war. Its citizens gunned down as they reach for their ID or choked for selling loosies. When I learned this morning that some have chosen to fight back in Dallas, I thought of Malcolm X: “Chickens coming home to roost.

I worry what backlash there will be to the shooting of these police officers. Even as I feel so deeply sad for their families and friends, I wonder if this, this! is what it takes to institute gun control.

On the heels of that question, I ask how we stop “billions of dollars’ worth of military equipment flow[ing] from the federal government to state and local police departments” because I know that this, too, is what the sirens are about.

All across the country, heavily armed SWAT teams are raiding people’s homes in the middle of the night, often just to search for drugs. It should enrage us that people have needlessly died during these raids, that pets have been shot, and that homes have been ravaged. ~ War Comes Home

War. Everywhere is war. I look for Bob Marley’s song “War” online and discover “Everywhere is War” by Grime. Says. It. All.

After I take out the earbuds, I hear them again: sirens. A cacophony of sound matches the swirl of thoughts and feelings inside me. Me – who am not targeted. Me – reading the news and watching my newsfeed. Me – listening from the quiet of my house. Listening to the disquiet of my heart asking me, “What are you going to do, Meck? What are you going to do now?”

Last week, Rev. Tom Schade reminded us “How Love Has a Side.” He quoted Eli Wiesel:

The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.
The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.

This is war. I seek to be prayerfully and passionately engaged. And I want you in the mess with me. Because it’s going to take every one of us.

[Image: “Guernica” by Pablo Picasso]