Its taken a moment for me to process this verdict so please be kind while i lay this all out.
When i heard about George Floyds death, and proceeded to see the video of a black man laying down while a mans knee was on his neck i was appalled.

I was appalled at how long it took for that knee to be removed from his neck. I was appaled at the terrible, yet not surprising picture that was being presented by the media, the white house, and wh*t supremacist.

But i was also in awe of the sheer POWER that seemed to be unleashed into not only the US and around the world. Being part of the protest and handing out chx wrapa to protesters gave me hope. It reminded me what we can stand for when we work as a collective.

I cried every single night while i watched Andrew Mercados livestreams on facebook of the riots in the state where george floyd was killed. I watched a spectrum of emotions those nights and i felt them all as if they were my own.

My brother is black and Autistic. When under high stress he becomes selectively mute. I cry often about what might happen if he has a uncomfortable interaction with a cop. He has a therapist now that is teaching him methods to make his disability clear.

But there are no guarantees. Today is a good day for justice. But i just want to remind you all that we are NOT done yet. The fear has not left our souls. You must continue to speak up against racism. You must continue to LISTEN. We will overcome but we are not there yet.