Feeling heartbroken, hopeless, worried, voiceless this morning. And also so grateful. So aware of the sheltered privilege of my life. Grateful that the color of my skin is not a life threatening condition. That my family doesn't have to put our lives on the line to keep the peace in a world that seems hell bent on destroying itself. With these privileges, there must be a responsibility, but I feel ill-equipped and naive. I don't want to cause more hurt or offense, but I am aware that silence and inaction do just that.
And so, I'll speak. Clumsy and fumbling and hoping that my heart is understood.
Black lives matter.
Thank you to the peace-keeping officers who do their jobs with bravery and integrity.
The two thoughts don't cancel each other out. They go hand in hand - just like we all should.
Thanks bear. I've been reading much this morning, and your post is first that truly touches the ache.
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