Regardless…
To ask one’s children to wait for him
To mediate a domestic quarrel of two women
To attempt explanation to police
To walk
To reach the driver’s door of his SUV
To start to say to the children, “It’s okay…”
To have seven shot into the back of unarmed black man point-blank
To awaken in ICU
To have one’s kidney and liver penetrated by bullets
To have his colon and intestines removed
To have suffered an additional arm wound
And to be paralyzed from the waist down
Perhaps temporary
Perhaps permanent
Too early to know
To be black and treated inhumanely by police
Begs the quest for humanness
Regardless…
There seems to be endless perpetuation
Of sadness in our species sorrowful attempt to be human
The standard white person will tell you flat out, "I'm not racist." But that very same person will social distance themselves from black or brown people, and be the first to suspect what they think is a suspicious person someone who has intruded on their psychological space that they don't even know they possess… Centuries of hatred/suspicion/fear and dread. Subliminally passed down through family and friends.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane