Two weeks ago, when a murderous Minnesota police officer willfully ended the life of George Floyd, it showed the world, once again, the deep-seeded racism that continues around the world, but specifically in the United States. The protests that followed were expected, but the brutality of police and the National Guard, spurred on by the deranged, orange man-baby who occupies America's highest seat, was simply disgusting.
It was too much to bear.
Many times, last week, I was tempted to say something, to join in the outrage. But I felt that I couldn't articulate my thoughts into meaningful words. Instead, I remained silent but listened, read, and learned.
As far as The Brown Knowser was concerned, I didn't want to write anything last week. I'm still of the mind to not say much (better to be quiet and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt...). Instead, I escaped by remembering happier times, 10 years ago.
On social media, I kept fairly quiet, only occasionally retweeting other people's thoughts, voices, and experiences that I thought poignant or pertinent.
As far as taking action, I'm almost ashamed to say I didn't do much. DW participated in a peaceful march, downtown, last Friday. I donated $100 to the Toronto branch of Black Lives Matter. These are small gestures but we continue to stand up for justice.
I don't want to say more. I feel that I don't have the right because I come from a position of privilege. But I'm still listening, still learning.
Last week was awful, and for some parts of the U.S., it will continue to be awful, as long as justice for those robbed of their basic civil rights—and their lives—continues.
Be safe. Be good to one another.
Well said Ross.
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