I accidentally saw George Floyd’s killing today. It auto-played on my Facebook feed, exposing me to the image of a white police officer kneeling on a Black man’s neck until he stopped moving. I’ll never unsee it. I’ve seen images like this before. And, I am tired. We are tired.
For years, I yearned for a world where I had options that reflected the range of Black life. But the more I look around, I see that beautiful Blackness, with all of its nuance and uniqueness, being watered down and steered towards what is universal.
In these two months, my children have shown me the most beautiful world. They have drawn pictures, told stories, made jokes, danced in bubbles as if tomorrow does not exist. I have witnessed their joy and poise in a moment where the world feels as though it is on fire. Their lives breathe cool air into mine.