Will You Help Me Fight Racism?

First, I have to start off with a confession. When things “calm down” with police brutality, I get lost in my own little world. Now I say “calm down” with quotations because it’d be naïve to think that even if there aren’t any social media posts and articles out there about recent events, it doesn’t mean that it’s not currently happening. Not every incident is brought to the light. Many families are out there suffering with no protests being held on their behalf. God only knows the full extent of the damage caused by racism.

These recent events woke me back up, with a constant conviction and weight that I couldn’t shake. My heart cried out, “Lord, seriously, what part can I play in ending this?!” I never saw myself out there holding picket signs, nor do I see myself making speeches out there for the world to see. I do not want to run for political office, and Lord knows I’m not built to become a police officer so there is at least one more of us on the force. So, what can I do? I can’t continue in my little bubble while this crap is going on SOLELY because of the color of our skin.

The only thing I could think to do is blog about it. But that doesn’t seem to help anything. At first, and several times afterward, I rej