Ahmaud Arbery.
This morning we got up early and ran 2.23 masked up miles around the neighborhood in honor of a man who was killed trying to do the same thing.
I have a hard time writing posts like this, because, what‘s there to say other than that I’m mad. And sad. And especially sad that something like skin color makes this world a more dangerous place for many.
But, straightforward as they are, I’m gonna share those thoughts anyways. This thought has been following me around the past few weeks: you can’t heal what you don’t grieve.
Sharing the words of @coolurbanhippie here: “We’re tired of your indifference. We’re tired of your silence. We’re tired of your blatant misuse of privilege and power. We’re tired of your unknown privilege, in general. We’re also tired of you feeling like you deserve special treatment because you treat us like we’re the humans we are. We’re tired of knowing that you ain’t really gotta change a damn thing...if you don’t want to. And we’re tired of how THAT affects ALL OF OUR LIVES!!⠀
That could’ve been my cousin, my uncle, my nephew, or my best friend. Hell, it could’ve be ME...and, in fact, it was. HE WAS! HE IS!”
I want this stuff to change. But, that’s not gonna happen by looking the other way. Listen to those who are hurt and angry. Feel their grief. Nothing heals without processing that.
Run With Maud