I said to my friends last night, as Minneapolis burned, that I couldn& #39;t fault the expression of pain and rage happening. I also said I don& #39;t really think a damn thing will change after this. I think that I feel the same way after another night of protesting and violence.

But as I sat by the river today in perfect weather, I was struck by something @notthefakeSVP spoke to so clearly in his #OneBigThing tonight. You earn your acceptance/invite/alliance, not in the easy fun times, but in the hard times when you have to listen AND speak up.

I think this is where I fall short as a person. I observe. A lot. I catalog everything I see. I make mental notes. I remember how things happened and how they were talked about. But I don& #39;t participate. I& #39;m not active. I watch. This is the height of privilege in many ways.

I& #39;ve been outraged before. But I have no grounding in the black experience beyond this observational experience. None at all. I don& #39;t have a clue how this shit really makes a person feel, and I& #39;m so wrapped up in my own stresses and needs that I can& #39;t muster energy to find out.

Reading this thread back is pretty fucked up to me too. Idk that there& #39;s anything to be done about it. It& #39;s some "indifference of good men" shit. But it& #39;s where I& #39;m at.