I would really like to write about something else. Anything else really. It would be nice to not have to think about these things.
You know what I’m talking about. Violence, brutality, death… pain heaped upon pain heaped upon pain.
I would really like to think about another set of words. But what other words are there? How else do we talk about the fact that an unarmed and unprotected human being wrapped in dark brown skin is at risk of being shot and killed for reasons that go unexplained, unjustified and generally defended by our country’s “justice” system?
Man…I really would like to write about something else. But I can’t because I refuse to fall asleep on what’s happening to Black lives in our country.
Pain heaped upon pain heaped upon pain.
I know that hashtags are not enough. I know that they don’t change much.
But they do dignify a story. Will you dignify these stories with your listening? Can you do that much?
See their hashtags. Read their stories. Say their names.
How long, O Lord?
How long shall our enemies be exalted over us?