I’ve been sitting here at my keyboard for awhile. Quite awhile, in fact. My fingers are poised upon the keyboard and I’m staring at the blank screen, just watching the cursor blink at me, almost mocking me to share all I’ve been feeling these past several weeks.

Amaud, Breeonna, and now George. I don’t even need to say their last names at this point because you know exactly who I’m referring to. I’ve heard from many of my white friends as they’ve cried out in shock and in horror of the injustice.

“Welcome to the conversation,” I’ve wanted to say.

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