Don’t Fall In

On June 29, 2006, a sinkhole mysteriously opened in our backyard. We lived nearly 5 kilometers—about 3 miles—outside the Washington Beltway. I wouldn’t want to be too close to the District of Columbia this weekend, in the wake of today’s momentous, or shocking (depending on your politics or values), Supreme Court decision that overturned Roe v Wade. States will now individually dictate when, if at all, abortions may be performed.

I use the Featured Image as a metaphor, so to speak, for the sinkhole into which people praising or condemning the decision will fall into. Seems like there is no solid ground under this topic; anyone and everyone opposing your position, whatever that may be, will be pushed in and buried. To some, abortion is murder. To others, it’s a right taken away.

Publicly, I keep my opinion to myself. But I will say this, in an aside meaningless to anyone but me: My wife used to rent a studio apartment overlooking the Supreme Court parking lot, which was open to public use on weekends. I wonder if the place will be filled with protestors, regardless of political position, tomorrow and Sunday.

About one subject I will be forthcoming: My opposition to protests, or worse, outside any of the nine Justices homes. Let them be. Harassing, influencing, or killing judges—stereotyped behavior among some totalitarian countries—is a sinkhole of societal depravity that is unbecoming of the democratic principles that are foundational to the Republic. Free speech and expression isn’t license to violence against public figures with whom you disagree.

Photo vitals: f/5.6, ISO 200, 1/40 sec, 135mm; 10:05 a.m. EDT. Composed as shot, using Nikon D200.