The current civil unrest and mass police killings in Nicaragua have caused me to reflect on the reality that most news feels like noise to me, and when something is personal, thoughts and prayers fall short.
Beautiful places which have shaped me burn to the ground. My friends fear for their lives and are hiding in their homes, and even censor the messages and texts they send for fear of being targeted by their own government. This morning I read 152 people had been murdered, and this afternoon as I read the latest news article found the toll has risen to 168.
The state of Nicaragua did not simply happen over night, the signs of its leaders moving their country from democracy into dictatorship were masked by civil progress and state unity, while many people sat in unrest, awaiting a repeat of the country's former patterns of corruption and control. They show no signs of slowing down or ceasing fire until their citizens are "back in line." The people's protesting has been nothing but peaceful, but the government is pushing its state into a civil war of sorts, and at this rate of killings the death toll will rise far above that of the Nicaraguan Revolution of the 80s.
I'm currently at a loss for what to do to help this beautiful country, but I am being reminded to listen to and support the activists and people around me fighting this fight here in my country.
I also think about the horrors we are witnessing as ICE separates families and removes people from our country. Are we ready and willing to stand up for our neighbors? To welcome them? To hide them? To see their humanity as their most important attribute?
Are we supporting and educating ourselves on movements like #nocopacademy
and making ourselves aware of those atrocities in our own areas?
Support your people, listen to those who are different than you, and pay attention.
#SOSnicaragua #revolution #nicaragüita