Dear neighbor – I’m sorry I lost my shit on you the other day. I’d like to try and explain where I am coming from – not to excuse myself but maybe to provide some context. We, a bunch of mostly privileged white people, were protesting in solidarity. It was quite beautiful. Peaceful. Cathartic even. During the entire time, as people also drove down the street honking and we all lined up, masked warriors, on either side of Main Street cheering as if it were a parade, I was wond

I’m mad. At the world. At myself. And then at a lot in between. I don’t blame the African American community for wanting to burn down our country. They are subject to a system that refuses to work from them. At the same time, I struggle with how that is going to help. It is important to protest, to send a message. Again, I don’t blame them one bit. I am tired of being caught in the middle of the heart and the head. A heart that bleeds in pain for oppressed communities and a h