I have found it hard to put my feelings over the last few days into words. Angry, sad, ashamed, disgusted. The brutal and inhumane murders that sparked days of protest are not isolated events; they are the latest crimes in a long history of oppression against black people in America. This is a history that I have learned about on an intellectual level since grade school, but I am only beginning to understand on an emotional level. I am trying to come to terms with the privileges I have experienced on account of nothing but my skin color and unearned ancestry. The simple and boring freedoms I take for granted (like walking around my neighborhood without fear of arrest) are not apparently not distributed equally. It is shameful that it has taken this level of civil unrest to bring this truth to my attention. But now I must confront this monstrous injustice – I am trying to figure out what that means for me. Let me know if you have ideas.
I posted this to Facebook on Friday night.