I take a couple days to focus on family, come back to the Twitters, and yet again, here we are with another hashtag. I can run with Maud, but I can& #39;t breathe for George. https://twitter.com/mdawriter/status/1265750658776477696">https://twitter.com/mdawriter...

I know I& #39;m not doing enough, and it shouldn& #39;t be on my black friends to tell me what& #39;s right. At the same time, a tweet feels self-righteous and nothing more. My tweets don& #39;t help a black man birding in New York, a nurse *living in her apartment* in Louisville or driving in Texas

While I am working to be better about living an anti-racist life, raising children in an anti-racist world, and standing up to racism when I see it, it isn& #39;t enough.
And I don& #39;t know what is.

Not saying that what you& #39;re doing is /hurting/ the situation, but I& #39;m not sure the protests, the tweets, the blog posts of white folks supporting black folks is helping. I mean, damn, 5 *reported* incidents in less than a month?
I& #39;m at a loss.

To my BIPOC friends, I can commit that my children will know for damn sure that you deserve to drive, carry, run, live, and--wow--breathe without the fear for your life. You deserve to have your voice lifted up, your ideas affirmed, and that your life matters.

At the same time, I just don’t see how this helps.
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