Perspective: I Lost My Perspective

Jun 9, 2020

I’ve lost my perspective. Not as in “the dog ate it,” but as in “I can’t think straight so how could I possibly articulate any coherent message to you?”

The disarray of my thoughts has been building since 2016, but what’s happened over the past couple of weeks has pushed my brain over its tipping point. And I’m left in a puddle of wordless emotions.

The best I can do is to try and describe what’s brought me to this state, so I’ll start with one of my favorite words, flabbergasted -- I think I picked it up early on from my mother.

Over the past four years, no matter what level of vile contempt spewed from the President’s mouth or fingers, he’s not only still in office, he still has supporters. And you may be one of them, I realize. But how could you? I truly don’t understand and will admit that I may well be beyond understanding.

While our country is hemorrhaging from the most recent brutal murder by law enforcement of a citizen of color, Mr. George Floyd, the President uses, or rather grossly misuses, his power to attack protestors, exercising their First Amendment rights, so that he and his entourage could have a photo-op in front of a church. So blatantly hypocritical, so blatantly wrong. I’m beyond flabbergasted, and I don’t know where that is.

I’m Paula Garrett and that’s what’s left of my perspective.