I’ll never understand how we got to a place where people can cheer when another soul is taken from this earth. Charlie Kirk was a husband, a father, and a fellow American. You can argue with his politics all day long, but celebrating his death is a step too far, and it says more about the people clapping than it does about him.
Down here, we were raised on the idea that you don’t speak ill of the dead. Even if you disagreed with someone, you had enough decency to bow your head and let their family grieve in peace. Somewhere along the line, that lesson got lost. Folks have traded in manners and compassion for cruel one-liners. That’s sickness.
We’ve all had heated talks over the supper table. That’s part of life in a free country. But there’s a big difference between disagreeing with someone and taking joy in their murder. If you think it’s funny or just deserts when a man gets gunned down, you might need to take a hard look in the mirror and ask yourself what kind of values you’re really living by.
We’re told that this country is divided. Well, nothing divides like hatred. The sad truth is, too many people treat politics like their football team, rooting for one side, booing the other, and hoping the opposing quarterback takes a hit. But this isn’t a game. These are real lives, real families, real futures. Charlie Kirk is gone, and there ought to be respect for the life he lived and sorrow for the hole left behind. His wife lost a husband. His kids lost their dad. Turning that into a punchline is un-American.
Mike Proctor
