Today will be a week from the Fourth of July – our country’s always spectacular celebration of the birth of our nation. I was going to write about the baseball game and the fireworks over the East River and the wonderful time I had with my family, but I didn’t.
It was a word President Obama used when addressing us… reflection; a reflection on the horrific events of the past week. A reflection that stopped me from posting the happiness of that weekend. The scenes from Texas, Louisiana and Minnesota were overwhelming.
I was born in upstate New York – my family moved several times due to our father’s work and his final transfer was to Charlotte, North Carolina. Reflecting – I remember how shocked we were to see the signs saying “whites only” and “colored” when we moved there. And now, reflecting on this past week – certain atrocities may have changed – but our nation has a very, very long way to go before intolerance is no longer part of our lives and violence ends.
My family is interracial and I have family and friends in law enforcement and every day I am concerned for their safety.
With sadness, but with hope,