America is a nation of immigrants, explorers and revolutionaries.
Two-hundred and forty years ago, we started as a small and scrappy pack of rebels, driven by a dream of “liberty and justice for all.” An outpost of outcasts, we penned our vision on street sides and carved our values in stone. We marched for peace and fought for freedom. And through it all, with each passing decade and each changing generation, we climbed… together.
I truly believe we’re in the midst of racial crisis in this country.
I truly believe that what’s been bubbling beneath the surface for a long time, is now boiling over into our sentiments and sentences and streets.
America is yelling at each other again.
Well-articulated, highly-heated words of disgust, distaste, and dissension. Cries for justice and screams of celebration ringing out in unison in neighboring houses. A young man is killed. An older man is condemned. A system is questioned. And everyone is angry. (more…)
Not at you. Or him. Or them. But at us.
How did we let this happen? How did it come this far without us taking to the streets and breaking down the system? (more…)