I don’t know what to say or even where to begin. I am tired of seeing Dr. King quotes about the meaning of a riot and the power of love on social media. Don’t ask me, “Where do we go from here?” because I don’t know. I am also not in the mood for questions.
For all of our talking, we are ending up in the same place with more blame and more riots. And this feels way too familiar. This hurts way too much for it to be a bruise or a minor scrape. No, this pain goes much deeper; the African American community has been hurt and harmed here before. The picture above is what came to mind. For more on the history of the NAACP’s flag, click here.
I found this flag pictured below shortly thereafter. It hurts to see it. It points back to a time when lynching was legal and causes me to question if we have moved at all in our cross- cultural relationships.
I am tired of reading these stories, of watching these videos, of hearing these reports. Even as I write, I received a text message of yet another African American man who has died after an encounter with police. His name was Tawon Boyd and he was twenty- one years old. His clock will stop there. Now, he’s a hashtag.
I don’t want to put my hands up and shout, “Don’t shoot.” I don’t want to put my hands in my head and give up hope. And so I pray that tomorrow will not be another day, another police involved shooting of an African American.