For weeks now I’ve wanted to write about the killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis and the reckoning that’s followed. It’s been challenging to process what must be heard and said in this moment in time.
Like you, my heart is heavy. There’s a lot of unrest, pain, guilt, shame, judgment, confusion, sadness, rage, and grief out there. Awareness is rising. Thoughtfulness and contemplation are starting to replace ignorance and turning a blind eye.
I want to say comforting words to each one of you—even though I realize I won’t say the right things necessarily. And how can I capture what you’re facing, especially if you’re “living while Black” in this country?
