21 Days In

It feels like a life time. I know that sounds corny, but the past three weeks have been exhausting on an emotional. Like I'm mainlining tragedy and inspiration, every hour on the hour. It's so much to have my heart broken so many times, and pieced back together by the little signs of hope on the horizon. I have to remind myself to take a mental health breaks.

But I have no intention to stop now.

I have seen LA, like many cities around the country rise up. The people wielding their power and voices for a common cause and it is beautiful. I've gone to so many protests, big & small, and seen the people become more articulate. Relearn civil engagement with their local politics. Step up to educate themselves on the history and moral quandaries of this country, and it gives me hope. That we as a people may once again band together for common future.

Being a Black man, I've watched so many senseless injustices inflicted upon Black people and seen the sorrow of it all go unnoticed, if not ridiculed. Like the promise of the country, freedom and justice for all, had an asterisks next to the all. But the tides have changed and you can feel that this will be different.

We have gone day in and day out, in defiance of the power that be, and brought them to heel. To remind them that the power has always resided with the people. And in this moment of great unity, we have supercharged a movement. A movement that couldn't be possible without people from all races, orientations and creeds. And for that I'll be forever grateful.

Thank You