Epilogue

Writing Lindsey’s story took a massive toll on our team: mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually. We had big plans for what this platform would look like post-launch. I’m disappointed to say that many of them have yet to be realized.

Nonetheless, I will continue to write. There was a flurry of activity after the articles were posted. It caused me to wonder what people cared about most. Was it correcting the injustice that befell Lindsey, or my identity? 

I guess this is a part of the problem with our society. Things become and remain so broken because we are addicted to our complacency. Yes change requires work, but it’s fun work.

I’ve oft-heard my generation compared to the Baby Boomers (Hippies). Sure, there are some similarities due to the size and countercultural aspects. Yet I doubt any Zillennial would be willing to march on Washington the way our predecessors had, take bullets at Kent State, fight off dogs in Chicago at the DNC, ride integrated buses throughout the South. 

I digress. Not for lack of want, Lindsey still is behind bars. 

I spoke with Kim after the articles had been placed on the website. She wanted me to clarify a few items. It may have come across that she was absent in some capacity. 

“That just wasn’t the case.” She told me. “I spent hours placing up signs, talking to the police (who did nothing to help), trying to find my baby. I can’t tell you how many hours I spent doing this (passing out flyers)… It felt like she was just lost in a jungle.” 

Lindsey was lost. But again, she had resources. Her family went on regular vacations, out to eat, spent time together. That’s what I find so morbidly fascinating: How does this happen? Why did she lose her footing and dive headfirst into a shallow pool? Or was she pushed? It would be easy to say she was bad, to accuse her family of neglect. But I can’t make myself believe that. Not when this site contains so many who went down the same path for no apparent reason… in the suburbs of the safest part of the country.

I am not sure what it takes to cause a movement to spark, the fire within the people to ignite and to drive us forward towards consumption of all obstacles in our path. Maybe it’s impossible now due to how polarized we are. Maybe differing views of justice will keep us forever debating how to resolve injustice; stuck in some kind of analysis paralysis. 

I have decided to accept the fact that I cannot resolve this issue. I am merely a pen. Be on the lookout for more stories to come out soon. 

Until then, may your God or the Universe itself bless you and keep you safe. Thanks for reading.