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  • They're squashing me while I try to make small talk. They're starting to take form and pull faces at me. Laughing at their untouchable status.
    Some are crying too. Refused acknowledgment. Staring at me through hungry eyes, beaten spirits and broken hearts, imploring me to say something, to point them out at least. To give them some airtime, but I don't know how.
    When I have brought up their cause, pointed to them directly and asked "what about them?" it's as if some people think I'm mad. The claim they don't see the elephants, but how can they claim that when they speak so skillfully around them, careful not to bump into them. If they don't see them, how would they know to be careful around them.
    Some tell me there is a time and place to discuss such matters, but that's not right! How can you go some where to talk about something later when it is already where I am and this very moment? Go away to speak about this...?? But they're standing right here with us, part of the discussion we're avoiding!
    On the odd occasion, I've given no room for doubt and called some to face the elephants and demand a statement of conviction on the obvious circumstances, but have been met with anger, or defensiveness, or worse, apathy. I'm cautioned not to point them out, reminded that they must remain invisible. But I can't abide. I can't occupy either - the elephants are taking up too much room for me to be heard.
    When I say "can we talk about the elephant in the room?" I mean no judgement on them, I just mean to acknowledge them. perhaps, if I could find someone else who knows more about them, I can discover their reasons for being there. But no one can tell me, without dangerous emotion, why I can't. Or must not. Discuss the elephants in the big global room. Not even the internet.
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