I am angry. Everyone I see on TV and on social media is angry for one reason or another. We’ve gone over the tipping point and the result has been extremely violent. Today authorities fired tear gas and rubber bullets into a crowd of protesters in front of the White House, ostensibly so the president could have a photo-op walk to a nearby church that caught fire. It makes sense on the part of security–you don’t know who is in the crowd and a threat, so if the president is walking out there, you gotta take them out. Only, that entire situation is the result of a president who doesn’t think about anything but his ego and optics. So, yeah, I am angry.
I am angry at the looters who are making everyone else protesting look bad while stealing the spotlight. I am angry at police for the institutionalized racism that created this situation. This is a known and has been for the entire history of the United States. We were stupid to even speak out loud that having a black president somehow indicated all that had changed. It indicated progress and a shift in voting power. That’s all.
So, I am angry, drained, and unsure how to move from this moment. I think we all are.
Some Thoughts:
- Might be moving–not from the moment but from my home of nearly a decade.