I planned to post this evening since I’m not on call and had some space to think for a bit.
Then…Charleston last night.
I’m going to say this: I do not understand hating someone enough to kill them because of their skin color or gender or who they love or…really for anything.
It makes me angry that Black men I know and admire have a different life experience, may be viewed as dangerous on the street at night, simply because they are Black men.
It makes me angry that Black women I know and admire have a different life experience, may be viewed as somehow inferior, simply because they are Black women.
We should be past race.
We should be past gender.
We should be past LGBTQ.
Yet somehow, we are not.
And it makes my heart very, very heavy.
What keeps stirring the pot? How many years will this take? I’m getting impatient. And yes, very sad.
Judi, I keep wondering the same- what on Earth is taking so long in this process?