The suicide of Tyler Clementi has been bothering me all week. Two young adults, both obviously minorities and quite possibly victims of racism at some point in their lives, took it upon themselves to torment a young man because he was somehow different from them, and make public a very private encounter. Such despicable behavior is beyond comprehension.
There is nothing in me that can express the horror I feel over this. I cannot imagine what his family feels, and can only offer them my thoughts and sympathy. If this were my son, my loss would be inconsolable. If the perpetrators were my children, disgust and contempt for them would be at war with my love.
These two did far more damage than they may ever imagine possible.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 