Again.

It has happened again. Jacob Blake. And no, I didn’t watch the video. And I haven’t watched anything about Kyle Rittenhouse either. I’ve read about it, but I can’t watch trauma. It doesn’t help me. Writing does, and so I write. Here’s the full quote that this series of blogs has been centered upon:

Write hard and clear about what hurts. Don’t avoid it. It has all the energy. Don’t worry, no one ever died of it. You might cry or laugh, but not die.” -Ernest Hemingway

The crying part is a definite. Putting my feelings into words seems difficult these days. All I know is that it is a deeply painful time to be Black in America, and acknowledging that pain doesn’t make me ungrateful to be American. It makes me sad and hurt and sick of the attack and murdering of Black and Brown people, and for those who advocate for equal justice with us and for us, but may not look like us. Murder is wrong. There is no debate about that. What will it take for us to all agree on that simple fact? Murdering someone is wrong.

7 times. 8 minutes and 46 seconds. Four numbers I will never forget. George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Aubrey, and now Anthony Huber and Joseph Rosenbaum. What does it say about us when we are working to convince a segment of our society that murder is wrong? Why are we in the midst of a debate about what warrants a violent attack on another human being? There is nothing in my heart that warrants taking another human life, and the idea that folks feel comfortable in justifying what is inhumane and undignified scares me. We are in a dangerous place.

I find myself in a space between fearful and hopeful. I am afraid that it will not end, and that things will get worse before they get better. I am fearful for my friends and my family members. I am fearful that we too, may find ourselves in a dangerous situation subject to the act of violence, harassment, and expression of racism by someone else. But I know I cannot wallow in fear or allow it to lead me through life. And so I hope that others can clearly see that America’s soul is on the line, and quite frankly so is everyone of ours each and every day that we are a part of this world.

I am hopeful that courage and conviction will smother prejudice and bigotry, that love will outweigh hate, that speaking up will override silence, and that good folks, of all races, creeds, and colors, will refuse to give in to a way of the world riddled with too many lives lost at the hands of hatred. I am hopeful that the old will learn from the energy and effort of the young, and the young from the sacrifices of the old. I am hopeful that good will win over evil, that compassion and empathy will override power and privilege, that justice will ring true in our hearts and our lives when we say “with liberty and justice for all.”

Do not give up friends. We cannot relent and we must not retreat. We cannot ignore it. We cannot pretend it is not so. We must press on and continue the work to change it.

And when we feel alone, we must know that our collective spirit of hope, change, justice, and equality has the power to change this nation-one conversation, one decision, one interaction, one friendship at a time. Stay on the battle field. Our children are watching and they need us to plow the ground. For we shall reap what we sow. Let it be love and light.

Until next time-be you! Be true! Be a hope builder!

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