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Charlottesville, Virginia

June 7, 2020

A good friend sent me the following. I thought it addressed a lot of what I have been thinking so I am sharing it.


I realize not everyone will agree with this woman’s perspectives. No worries. I’m not trying to convert anyone, and I’m not saying I am right.


I keep asking myself why is this time different. Maybe Nassim Taleb wouldn’t call this a Black Swan, but maybe it is. And who‘s to decide when is the right time anyhow. This time feels different to me.


I actually don’t think the following discussion goes far enough. Personally, I feel I am being called upon to reflect deeply on my biases - both hidden and overt. I am being called on to try hard to understand the lives of all others who are not “like me.” The oppressed, the poor, the homeless, other races, LGBT. I‘m not much on religion these days but that doesn’t mean WWJD doesn’t mean something to me. So, WWJD.


I guess like all of us I am looking for a way to be a good person and make the world a little bit better by participating in it. Not that I wasn’t before but recent events have created a sense of urgency for me.


I am reminded of a lady who works at the Corner Bakery in Buckhead (Atlanta). I’ve been in there probably five times in the past few years. If you are up for it, she’ll give you a hug - and I mean a firm one. You feel special after she hugs you.


The coronavirus is going to prevent me from hugging for a while. So I’ll find another way to demonstrate my love for each person I come across. I think that’s probably WJWD, don’t you think? (Not that any of us come close to be the J-man!)


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It was just a few short weeks ago that I wrote that I didn’t think we were going back to “normal.”

At the time, it had dawned on me that the pandemic had uprooted us in ways big and small and that those yearning to go back to the way things used to be were in for a surprise. I had no idea how uprooted we were about to get.

This past week, millions watched as America’s streets and cities erupted across the nation. Huge peaceful protests called for an end to police brutality and for overdue systemic change. For a moment, the message seemed to get drowned out by images of violence and looting, which left people deeply shocked and shaken. Elected officials called in the National Guard and imposed mandatory curfews. Meanwhile, citizens in these cities stepped in to clean up the mess. More importantly, though, citizens stepped up to show us the opportunity and the importance of this historic moment.

Like many, I spent the week trying to listen and uncover my own blind spots. I tried to better understand and hold space for the grief, anger, hurt, and despair that came tumbling out in so many of my conversations. As always, I learned a lot from listening. I learned a lot from engaging in deep, meaningful, and often uncomfortable conversations. I came out on the other side inspired by those who were brave enough to share their pain and bold enough to stand up and lead.

The truth as I see it is this: This is a moment for each of us to lead in thoughts, words, and deeds. I know people are scared for all kinds of reasons. They’re scared to speak up, scared to say the wrong thing, scared that they will be attacked if they do make a mistake. But everyone needs to push through their fear and try.

This is not someone else’s fight. This is not to be left to those in elected office. This is not to be left to those who have lost loved ones to violence. This is not to be left to those who are black and brown. This is about trying as best you can to understand the life and day-to-day experience of your neighbor, who happens to be born black. This is about a deep desire for systemic change across the board. This is about being exhausted and having had enough.

When people go years—generations—without being heard, they erupt. Think about that in your own life. Think about how you have felt when you haven’t been heard or when you have felt invisible. When every time you have tried to speak your truth, you have been told either it isn’t so or “this isn’t the right place or the right time.” Or maybe you were told just to keep quiet. That feeling of not being heard is exhausting. It’s enraging. It’s too much.

As the week came to a close, many images and thoughts stuck in my mind and stayed in my heart. My friend Devon Franklin urged us all not to be afraid and instead to seek to be the “leader of one.“ He also said to try and make your table as diverse as possible, or to at least engage in diversity of thought and conversation.

I spoke with Dr. Cozzette Lyons-Jones, who works in Watts fighting health disparities that are part of the fight against racism. I also spoke to Sybrina Fulton, Trayvon Martin’s mom, and was inspired by her invitation to all of us—regardless of the color of our skin—to join in the fight for justice. She said that no mother should have to hold her breath every day when her son walks out the door, wondering whether he will return home.

My friend Simon also said something interesting to me. He said that in his work with police officers and in his conversations with African-American friends, both groups told him independently that their idea of a “good day" was one in which they both came home alive. Let that sink in. A good day is one in which you come home alive!

Now imagine yourself in that place. We all have that desire for ourselves, our friends, and our family members. We want them to be able to walk out the door and come home alive.

I grew up in a family where people walked out the door and didn’t come home alive, so in some small way, I can connect with Sybrina (and we all need to find ways to connect). Every time the phone rings in my house late at night, my first thought always goes to that fear. It’s leftover trauma. Trauma stays in your body forever and it lasts for generations.

I know I can’t ever truly understand what Sybrina was sharing with me, but I can bond with her as a mother. I can bond over grief. It gives us a small place to begin to understand the other’s experience. Each of us can do our best to find those places of connection. Each of us can do better. I know I can. I know you can.

Look, no one wants looting. They want justice. They want police reform. They want validation. They want love and order. Sometimes the love I dispense in my own home is uncomfortable. I have rules. I want respect. I want to be heard. I don’t want to be told that what I’m experiencing isn’t so. I don’t want someone to tell me to calm down or to be quiet. And what I want, I try to give in return.

So my friends, here we are. Let us move forward mindful of this moment, but not afraid of it. Let us be mindful that there is so much to learn and unlearn. Let us be mindful that most of us really don’t know what it’s like to walk in someone else’s shoes, much less live in their skin.

I know I don’t. I know my life experience has been vastly different from Sybrina Fulton’s. I know my children’s experiences are different from hers or yours. That doesn’t make me bad. It simply makes us different. Coming from different places and finding a common home has been the great hallmark of our country.

President Obama said this week that this is a moment, an opportunity. His words reassured me and gave me hope. He spoke to those in law enforcement and to those protesting. He spoke to local officials and those wondering what to do or say.

What we each must do is bend. What we each must do is give. At the end of the day, my friends who are black want and deserve what I want for my family as well. They want to wake up and have a good day, one in which they are treated with love, respect, justice, and equality. They want love and order. They want to come home alive. That’s not too much to ask in the United States of America, is it?

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