I am unhappy. I am uncomfortable. I am embarrassed. I am ashamed.
I am raging mad.
And, for the previous many days — on this slurry of searing feelings — I have been at a uncommon and full lack of phrases.
This silence has been, partially, intentional.
Like many, I have been terrified to say the flawed factor. And, missing a sense of readiness to say the suitable factor, I’ve mentioned nothing.
However please don’t take my silence as cowardice, prejudice, laziness or an unwillingness to roll up my sleeves and be an in-the-trenches a part of what I hope to God turns into a long-overdue inflection level in our communities, in our nation, in our world.
Conversely, this silence is me taking quick steps to digest. To teach myself on issues that, frankly, I ought to have been versed on years in the past. DECADES in the past.
This silence is me working with urgency to make damned positive that my kids do not deal with * now * as little greater than a driveby blip of Insta-advocacy.
This silence is me grieving for the households of George Floyd, Eric Garner, Freddie Grey, Trayvon Martin, Breonna Taylor, Tamir Rice, Natasha McKenna, Kimani Grey, and so many others.
This silence is me — on the eve of a milestone birthday — vowing to you, my brothers and sisters who’re folks of coloration, that I’ll spend my remaining many years on this planet working to eradicate systemic racism.
I may have steerage alongside the way in which. In actual fact, I’ll recognize it.
However do know my resolve is unwavering.
Thanks for being right here. I’m so grateful for all of you.