Over the past few weeks, I have had to deal with my own situation in a way that has left me with very little energy to engage with the news, or much of anything else. I don’t need to go into that here. Suffice it to say that while I have come through the ordeal intact—and indeed much happier—I am still deeply tired. And it will take some time to fully recover.
Nevertheless, the murder of George Floyd—the murder of yet another unarmed black man, at the hands of a police officer sworn to protect and to serve—has not escaped my notice. Nor has the gamut of reactions I have seen from my own personal circle of acquaintances, which is a decent miniature representation of this country as a whole. Continue reading
Loving the Word 