It seems like every few months we’re broken-hearted by the treatment of our black brothers and sisters. I am thinking about George Floyd today, and I think about Ahmaud Arbery every time I lace up my running shoes. I’m still haunted by Tamir Rice’s death, as I look at my own boy stalk through the neighborhood with his NERF armaments.
It’s so hard not to wish these were aberrations – rare and unexpected events. But they’re not. There is no reason or excuse other than that we have created a system that does not value human lives as equal.
The only, small hope in this is that human systems are created by humans, and can be changed by humans.
Keep working, friends, until all people are as valued by the systems and habits of our society as you are.
My Truant Pen 