It’s. Her. Fault.
Emey, I’m 25 year old white girl.
Sara Rose
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Fault has no place in it.

I suspect that if you hadn’t taken that sort of tone on this letter that you’d be eminently in alignment with Emey, me, and Talia Jane herself.

It’s unequivocally clear that you have compassion for the downtrodden. But what you are not showing is any evidence of putting yourself in someone else’s shoes.

This says it all:

I feel you. I really do.
Except I don’t.

Those last three words kill the previous six words deader than a duck crossing the Indy 500. Deader than Wile E. Coyote underneath the wheels of the 12:03 from El Paso.

Do yourself a favour. Twig to the fact that your complaint is every bit as misplaced as Talia’s, and twig to the fact that all of us make equally egregious mistakes. Then please do come back and offer something constructive.

yours in solidarity, and hope

David