I was afraid to protest in Kenosha, but my parishioner needed me
The city felt like it had been sucker punched.
A makeshift memorial to Anthony Huber in Kenosha, Wisconsin (Photo by lightburst via Creative Commons license)
The day before the president’s visit to Kenosha, Wisconsin, I got a call from a church member named Philip. He said, “I’m going to protest. Do you want to come with me?”
I took a breath and paused to think it over. Then I lied and said yes.
I didn’t want to go because two people were shot and killed in Kenosha a few days earlier. I didn’t want to go because our country is hellbent on violence, and for a few weeks Kenosha was the epicenter of that desire. I didn’t want to go because I was afraid.
