we are a culture of persecution. attuned to the most minute, most subtle of faults, we are more wary than ever. somehow, this rarely makes us more empathetic. we've developed a love for the stake. true, more people belong on it than has previously been acknowledged, but in these moments we rarely provide the opportunity for reform, for healing on both sides, for growth. isolation does none to improve the circulation, like a stuffy closet under floorboards. there is a need for climate change here, too.