I can’t feel good. A man is still dead.
I can’t feel justice has been done. Once in 400 years is not justice. I can hope it’s a start.
I can’t stop feeling angry. What happened to George Floyd has happened too many times. It’s still happening. That anger includes anger at myself. I should have done more. I won’t let that happen again.
I can’t stop thinking about the message that would have been sent to Black people in this country, especially Black men should the verdict have been “not guilty”.
And I can’t stop speaking, yelling, demanding change.
First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.– Martin Niemöller
Van Jones just summed it up quite well: “When you woke up this morning you were afraid to hope”. It’s what I wrote last night.
Today we saw a pebble create a ripple. We need a tidal wave.
Black Lives Matter