A rawr for Rara
With my littlest one on my chest and my iPad in hand, I’d like to tell you a little about a blogger named Rara.
I met her only once. Her candid but peaceable demeanor set even my introverted self at ease. She was who she was, with no need to hide, conceal or filter, and the end result was still beautiful.
When she mentioned legal troubles, I had no idea that they were still in progress. I had no idea she would soon be in jail, tired of the time, expense and energy involved in fighting bogus charges.
Here in the United States, the guilty walk and impoverished veterans are jailed for their inability to pay court fees. Grave injustices are perpetrated daily by our judicial system and its agents. With so many injustices, it might seem silly that I point you toward this one.
And yet, as I see it, all injustice is bound together, perpetrated by like callousness and lack of compassion. So I ask you, if you have even a dollar extra, to consider contributing that dollar to Rara’s bail-and-living-expenses fund.
You might not know her. You probably hardly know me. But if I could share any one thing with you now, it would be the sense of safety evoked just sitting next to her.
It pains me to imagine that goodness locked away.