“Progo,' Meg asked. 'You memorized the names of all the stars - how many are there?'A litany of names.
How many? Great heavens, earthling. I haven't the faintest idea.'
But you said your last assignment was to memorize the names of all of them.'
I did. All the stars in all the galaxies. And that's a great many.'
But how many?'
What difference does it make? I know their names. I don't know how many there are. It's their names that matter.”
Micheal Brown in Ferguson, Missouri.
The four I will think of during the Stomp Out Suicide Walk on Saturday:
Those that we have lost to cancer...
Those who are fighting cancer...
Kathy's brother in law
And those lost to accidents...
This is not an exhaustive list...just the names that have been close to me this week.
I read today that one thing we can do to fight racism in response to events like the shooting of Michael Brown is to stop telling the "Good Kid Narrative" about how his death is sad because he was such a good kid who was about to start college, who was well-loved and liked by his community. Those things are true. But, "The Good Kid narrative says that this kid didn’t deserve to die because his goodness was the exception to the rule. This is wrong. This kid didn’t deserve to die because he was a human being and black lives matter." (12 Things White People Can Do Now Because Ferguson)
...And I thought of the words of Progo. "What difference does it make? I know their names. I don't know how many there are. It's their names that matter."
On Saturday when I walk the SOS walk, I'm sure I'll be overwhelmed by the numbers. By the sheer volume of people who have experiences the tragedy of suicide and/or depression. We human beings are impressed by numbers.
But you know what? The numbers are not the part that matters. It's the names that each of those numbers represent. Whether there are four or one hundred or one thousand. It's all the same. "What difference does it make? ...It's their names that matter."