On one hand, it's amazing how the black community and its allies are rallying together. The conversation continues. He is not forgotten. People stand together and acknowledge how barbaric those policemen were.
On the other hand, it's terrifying to see the protests turn violent, property being destroyed, and mass gatherings in the age of corona virus. Also, when will justice be served?
I want the world to change. I have asked myself what can I do to contribute to making a difference. Personally, it's hard to admit that I feel out of place. I don't stand with the enemy, but I don't feel right speaking on behalf of the heroes black community. I'm not black and I will never fully comprehend the suffering they go through. But I empathize so hard for my black friends, for my nephews, for the celebrities I admire, for those who do good in the world.
Seriously, who the fuck thought it was okay to make them slaves all those years ago? Why is that ingrained in human DNA and brain cells? How do we repay the community for years of repression? How many steps forward before we people stop taking steps back?
I'm putting this out there because it makes me uncomfortable. And if it makes you feel uncomfortable talking about it, I get it. It doesn't mean you can't talk about it. More people need to talk. More people need to learn. More people need to empathize. Something so small, when performed by millions of people will make change.
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