Sometimes I get weary covering protests and then looking at everyone gossiping about both elderly candidates and the drugs they're on.

I feel like a war correspondent in the TMZ newsroom at times.

If you won't admit the house is on fire now, what's it going to take?

You saw the surrounded church in Louisville?

You saw the RV full of guns and body armor in Portland?

You've seen the beatings and disappearances coast to coast?

The bodies in the trees?

This is because we had the nerve to ask for justice in MURDERS.

You know the cases. You know the names. They were murdered.

There is no justice here.

When will you demand it?

We have to fight, we can't let that happen again. Folks aren't safe in their homes.

Fight for the memory of Breonna Taylor and for the future of all the little Breonnas coming up now.

Hug your children close and fight to keep them safe.

Not one more. I mean that, I'm ready now. Let's get this change before one more is lost.

We don't need these struggles again

We need change.