Babel

Writing used to be easy. Now, nothing seems easy. Leaning in, I just stare at the screen. Occasionally, I try to type something. Despite my desperation to write, my mind is held captive to a former place.

Bloody films never leave you. Every image sticks. The officer took his gun and shot Alton Sterling dead. Amidst the screams, Philando Castile bled out. Everyone wanted to talk about their lives, I couldn’t get past their deaths. I wasn’t alone. We put out a call. Over a thousand people responded.

Downtown Dallas has been the site of dozens and dozens of rallies. Over the last year, we’ve repeatedly marched for endangered lives. The rally was large. We didn’t hesitate. The crowd was ready to go. The speakers were ready to go. We were ready to go. Cries of justice rang out.