So it’s been several days since George Floyd was killed at the hands of a cop. He happened to be black.
Took me a while to process how this can still happen today.
I love when we are so passionate about something that we speak our minds and shout it to the skies and spam our social media handles.
Dare I say we effortlessly defend our view as vehement righteous keyboard warriors with a penchant that it’s our right to be right. Rather than listening to understand we anxiously await rebutting and justifying why it’s not our problem because we have rights.
I’m just on the edge of my seat waiting for that same outspoken passion to come pouring through denouncing with rage the murder of this human being under the foot of another.
The same outrage you shared for your right to not stay in quarantine and follow simple things to ensure the safety of as many as possible.
The demanding of your rights for not being able to go shopping or eating at your favorite restaurant, partying or to simply sit in a church pew.
It’s ok, I’ll wait, I’m sure you’re busy organizing a protest rally...
But while you do, please remember what Benjamin Franklin once said...
Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are.