How I wish I could see today's struggles through other than white eyes, but I am confined to the accident of birth that made me who I am. The best I can do is try to see things as they are, not as I have been taught they are or how I wish they were. How they are. Painful and discouraging as that might be.
I can try to stay present with every fiber of my being in the chaos, confusion and despair that accompanies smart phone videos of horrific events that do not surprise the Black community but shock us whites.
I can refuse to remain silent.