The past few days I've been silent...just not knowing what to say...sad...processing things...wanting to speak but not wanting to offend. First I'll say I am thankful...thankful for growing up in a family where everyone, regardless of skin color was welcome in our home. I had hoped each generation would become better at acceptance and equality. Then things happen...bad things...murder...riots...and that hope diminishes. And here we are in the midst of unrest, hurt, pain, turmoil, fear, feelings of injustice. Some are trying to be heard, to be the voice of change. Some are lashing out in anger over injustice and pain. Some are unfortunately taking advantage of a very sorrowful situation to accomplish their own selfish motives meanwhile diminishing the voice of those who truly just want to be the voice of change.
But then I get another glimmer of hope that yes, maybe the next generation will be better at this coming together than mine. That hope comes when my daughter picks up the phone to reach out to a friend to say she's thinking of him. To open the door to talk about how he feels. To let him know, we as a family care.
So, in the midst of everyone's opinions and emotions and the pain and the hurt and the injustice and the unrest and the fear, I will still hope that somehow, someway, good will come... Change will come, and we will be one step closer to seeing the heart of a person and not the color of their skin.
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