There was a young man who was beaten and left for dead in Britain... did you hear about it? The man's name was Brent Martin and he was intellectually disabled. Three boys were hanging out one day... and made a bet - how many punches would it take to knock this kid out? And they began... they chased him all over town. Each time they knocked him down he would get back up, apologize to his attackers and try to shake their hands. But, they continued to beat him and then they posed for pictures and left him to die. Did you read about this? Yeah, neither did I. I Googled his name... I found three articles... now, I know that Brent Martin is a common name, but this made me so sad. There was no information on this boy.
It took place last August. AUGUST. It's January and I'm just now hearing about it... but not through the media. From the blogging community.
Why was there no outcry? Why didn't this story flood the media? Why?
Can I tell you how hard I cried? Can I tell you how I fear for my son? This can't go unnoticed. I read this blog post and a post on Tammy's site. They are wearing black arm bands this week in remembrance of Brent. And hopefully people will ask about the band. Then his story will be told. And maybe... just maybe, awareness will come from it. And perhaps, from that awareness will come caring and compassion. And hopefully, that compassion will override misunderstanding and intolerance.
I know that I just put all of my fabric away, but I think I'll be digging it back out. I know there's some black in there somewhere...