The Blood on Their Hands

Today started out with so much hope for us. The rally I had wanted to attend was today. I had to be content with watching bits and pieces on television, because life happens. I actually sat down long enough to watch President Trump speak to the crowd. I felt like I was witnessing history being made. I felt like I was a part of something. At the end of his speech, I rushed out the door to work. Within minutes, my phone started blowing up with messages about people breaching the Capitol building.


Immediately, the finger pointing started. It was Trump supporting patriots, it was Antifa, it was this group or that group. It was all of them together. The fact is nobody knows how it started, or who started it. Of course, MSM was eager to point the finger at Trump supporters. Trump supporters were saying it was Antifa. I can’t tell you who it was. I don’t know. Right now I don’t think anyone does. It could take days or weeks to get to the bottom of what happened. We may never know. Here’s what I do know.


There was loss of life today. It doesn’t matter to me what side she was on. A woman died. Period. It could have been me. It could have been you. It was someone that meant something to somebody. It was someone who won’t be talking about today’s events over supper. It was somebody that expected to return to the home she left. She was somebody’s person. Now she isn’t.


Immediately, lines were drawn in the sand, with each side pointing at the other and assigning blame and fault. As I sit here now, hours later, and think through the events of the day, I can’t help but to marvel at how quickly people worked to disassociate themselves from the events of today. More people than just the shooter have blood on their hands as far as I am concerned. Maybe I even have some on mine. I encouraged people to attend this rally today. I believed then, and I believe now, that this election was stolen. There is most likely nothing that will dissuade me from that belief. And so the blood spreads from my hands outwards.


I’m falling into a rabbit hole of ifs. If the lower courts had heard these lawsuits instead of throwing them out, could today’s violence have been avoided? If the Supreme Court had heard the cases brought to them, would this woman still be alive? If Brad Raffensperger was as concerned with integrity as he is with optics, would there have even been a rally? If Nancy Pelosi chose to follow the rules she is so keen to lay down, how would today have ended? If Kamala Harris hadn’t sent a clear message that being a thug made you an admirable person, what might have happened? If the handlers for Joe Biden had accepted that he isn’t mentally sound enough to run for office anymore, would there have been an election to steal? If so very many on the left had not fanned the flames of hatred for President Trump, then what? If the RINOs had been more loyal to their constituents, and their President,  would the vote have been stolen? In my eyes, there’s a lot of blood to go around. 


I’m looking at a lot of people and they need to own their own parts in what occurred today. For so long the violence from Antifa and BLM was not only accepted, but encouraged by our so-called “leaders” on the left. I wonder, when they are alone with their thoughts at night, do they really believe that undermining one man, one sitting president, is worth the violence, the loss of life? Do they just consider it collateral damage? Or do they really and truly feel that they share no part of the blame? 


Or maybe I’m all wrong about all of it. I don’t know that either. I do know that I am madder than hell that the world I live in has come to this point. I’m furious that I have to even consider the real possibility of civil war within my own country. Like I said, I may very well have some of the blood on my hands. Just not all of it. Not by a long shot. The difference between me and them? I don’t try to hide from my own part of the blame. I just won’t take all the blame. There’s plenty to go around.


Edited by Star

  4 comments for “The Blood on Their Hands

  1. Deborah Patton
    January 7, 2021 at 12:58 pm

    Good article. We can only look back over the series of events that led to this young woman’s death and “what if” ourselves into insanity. What is profoundly significant is the results of greed and ambition at the cost of innocent lives.

  2. January 7, 2021 at 3:07 pm

    I did not expect what happened yesterday. I don’t know why people ran into that building. I don’t know why congress and the courts steadfastly refused to investigate proven election fraud. I don’t know much about that young woman. There are conflicting reports about her associations. And all that is a shame. We live in a country where we have to second guess everything. The country I grew up in has changed so much I don’t recognize it. I don’t want blood on my hands but I’m not sure it can be avoided at this point. I refuse to back down.

    • January 7, 2021 at 3:17 pm

      And your article was fantastic. Really helped me to gather my thoughts about yesterday. I feel like I have been forced into my aggressive stance by the inaction of those who are supposed to be managing our country for the good of the people.

  3. Paula Wass
    January 7, 2021 at 3:09 pm

    This speaks to me in so many levels. Truth.

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