Damn. Just when we thought it could not get any worse. How is it possible to feel both inspired and disgusted at the same time? Uplifted and proud of who I am, yet ashamed of what continues to delineate American society as a settlement of passive racism.
The cycle of inequality and retaliation has become quite predictable. Is this not 1992 all over again? Visuals of looting. Altercations between police and citizens. Excessive force and suffering. Tears of pain pouring under the night sky. How tired we must be.
“Kneel with us and say their names. Or be the spark that lights the flame.” That list continues to multiply. Ongoing chants of “No justice, no peace” as protesters travel for miles. Making a statement to ensure voices and actions deconstruct the system.
