On Friday night I had trouble pulling my eyes away from the screen. As much as I know about the damages of watching and re-watching traumatic images – police engaged in altercations with citizens, cars burning, people yelling obscenities at the camera and buildings being spray painted – I couldn’t pull away. 886 more words
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Picket lines and picket signs, Don't punish me with brutality. Talk to me, so you can see Oh, what's going on... What's going on... Yeah, what's going on... Ah, what's going on...
Friends…tonight I write this post with a heavy heart. I am so disappointed in the direction the events of this week have gone. I am sad…no, heartbroken… over the destruction, the criminal acts, and the blatant disrespect I have watched on television. 2,132 more words
While I have tried very hard in my life not to make too much noise about either politics or religion unless it was thoughtful, open-minded, and sought-after discussion, something that has remained very near and dear to my heart always was the battles that took place to give us the rights that we have today. 484 more words
Stunned and bereaved as I have been by the recent, and not recent, brutal murders of African-American males by police for no reason, I was at a loss to add my words, to comment, other than those of the strong voices I have read in op-eds and on social media. 1,022 more words