Talked on the phone this morning with my colleague, an African-American woman and mother of three grown children. Wanted to see how she was doing. She described a jumble of emotions and pain and weariness – and fear for her children, particularly her two sons. That tore my heart out.
And all I could tell her was that I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be the mother of African-American men in this day and age. I can’t even imagine.
Meanwhile, we have a president who has peaceful protesters tear-gassed out of the way so he can have a photo op in front of a church, waving a Bible.