My dearest Shosh and Jaialai:
I dreamt of you again last night. In the dream, I entered a room to speak with Ms. L and noticed you, Jaialai, standing quietly in the room. I asked if you’d been there for a while. You said, “Yes.” You appeared so lost, so small, so sad.
Be patient, my sons. I’m coming. Recent events have shown the world in no uncertain terms of the police brutality and racism that exists in the America. See, e.g.,
- http://www.amnestyusa.org/research/reports/deadly-force-police-use-of-lethal-force-in-the-united-states?page=show; and,
- http://www2.ohchr.org/english/bodies/cerd/docs/ngos/usa/USHRN15.pdf. (Yes, this UN report, entitled “In the Shadows of the War on Terror: Persistent Police Brutality and Abuse of People of Color in the United States,” was issued in 2007.)
Soon, my sons, their lies about us will be laid bare. Truth will prevail. Until then
all my love, always,