To my babies –
You will not know these names my sons. Be thankful that 2020 is not a memory you can hold on to. Nevertheless when you read these names you will be compelled to recite them. When you recite them, something will hold you in a cold grip. Your spirit will remember.
George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Jacob Blake, Ahmad Aubrey.
We will pause here. To listen.
I would like to mourn. I cannot. And perhaps that, the acknowledgment of that, is mourning.
