Nimrata Randhawa will present none of their photos for United Nations gawking.
No Hollywood films will lionize their lives.
No national leaders will pledge to eradicate the source of their demise.
No cruise missiles will exact vengeance for their deaths.
No situation rooms will murmur about regime change.
No cities will burn out of rage for their loss.
No history books will teach their names to the young.
No black bloc will riot under their photos.
No laws will be passed to protect their particular ethnicity.
No billionaires will mobilize to defend their survivors.
No guards will be posted to their homes, or places of worship.
No politicians will praise their kind.
No entertainers will mock their detractors.
No anti-hate documentaries will feature their faces.
No NGOs will agitate for their welfare.
No liberal liturgies will invoke their memory.
They have no hopes, no fears, no human aspirations. They are simply gristle on the road to diversity.
We don’t have to live like this.