At lunchtime today, Lynne Korman Honickman will start screaming.
On a stage at LOVE Park, the Philadelphia philanthropist who is married to one of the wealthiest men in town will tell anyone in earshot that she has put her money and mouth behind an issue that should have more people like her outraged: gun violence.
It's not just a black problem or an inner-city problem. When kids kill kids with weapons as easy to get as water ice, it's everyone's crisis.
"What child in the United States should have to cringe in fear walking to school, running around on a playground, just being?" the 71-year-old Honickman asked.
Another sheltered dilettante dowager with more money than brains.
Hubby Harold is a big Pepsi hocho. Which means buying Pepsi enables his ignorant but influential wife.
The hell with that. I'll be damned if I'll give aid and comfort to my screaming enemy.
How about you?
UPDATE:
The vision is to demonstrate through the powerful voices of we the mothers, we the grandmothers, we the sisters, we the daughters, we the friends that gun violence in our cities will no longer be tolerated.I don't suppose it occurs to anyone that some of the women involved in this nonsense are the biggest enablers, breeders, feeders and shelterers of the thug monsters doing all the killing. But I guess if they can blame guns, they don't need to examine their own poor choices and their own culpability.
The intent is to scream and to keep on screaming for the violence to stop…to keep screaming until the children in our communities and neighborhoods are safe…to keep on screaming until a deafening roar of advocacy reaches the ears and hearts of our lawmakers…
Hmm. My intent is for women not to have to scream--or if they do, to make it a command, like "Stop of I'll shoot!" as opposed to the animal howlings of a victim who knows she's going to die and can't bear another second of agony and degradation.