The past few weeks have been hard. Very hard. We have had countless conversations about the senseless killings of too many men, trying to understand the violence that continually unfolds in our nation, ever denying us a sense of security, faith in our systems, and sometimes, a hope for the future.
We’ve individually and collectively struggled with what it means to raise Black children, especially Black sons, knowing that their youth and innocence isn’t recognized, their presence feared, and their personhood deemed disposable. We struggled with what it means to support and uplift our Black husbands, brothers, fathers, whom we see in such vastly different ways and with much more respect than the public masses. We’ve struggled with articulating a public response to the senselessness that will uplift and unify our community without ignoring or dismissing the intense pain and sadness that rests within.
The struggle has been and continues to be real. The past few weeks and the moments in history that have defined them leaves us with questions that linger and nag. What does it mean to be Black in America? Why does our country have such little regard for Black children? And the one that keeps coming to my mind… What does it mean to call for diversity and inclusion in a society that does not value humans beings that look like me?
Even after all of our conversations, we have few answers. And while troubling, maybe part of the solution is continuing to ask to questions and engage in dialogue, no matter how difficult. The duty to do so is also an incredible privilege that too many have been denied. But we owe it to those who have become casualties in America’s race wars… We owe it to our seeds, that they may be able to grow and blossom in this world without the imminent fear of death or confinement… We owe it to ourselves… To continue the conversation in whatever ways we know how- through blogging, peaceful protest, town hall meetings, public hearings, traditional and social media- in order to increase awareness, responsibility, and response. Through conversation and dialogue, we build community. Without community our hopes for a better tomorrow are in vain.
May you be fearless in your conversations, with EVERYONE you encounter. May your words breathe life and spark positive action. May your pursuit of freedom and equity be relentless. #Blacklivesmatter
In struggle and strength,
Kandace & Carmen
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