To Not Close My Eyes

Today I forced myself to watch the most terrible thing I have ever seen: the brutal aftermath of the murder of Philando Castile at the hands of Minnesota police. The screams of his girlfriend, her four-year-old daughter softly saying, “It’s okay, Mommy. I’m right here with you.” That will haunt me forever. As it should haunt all of us.

Why did I watch this? Because in a country where black men and women are gunned down daily, where people I love are posting in multitudes about their fear for their own lives, the only thing that is in my power is to not close my eyes.

My eyes are open. And my heart is open, even though I know it will provide little if any solace. I am so sorry that this keeps happening. May we all rally together with the balance of love and anger to create a better world. We can do better. We must.

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