Picking up from yesterday –
So, I saw *another* protest come by not too much later. I THREW on my shoes, raced downstairs, and got there in time.
It started to get a little scary when people started throwing chairs against a Starbucks. I wanna protest and chant. But I don’t want to vandalize the corner Starbucks.
But yeah, I went out and marched around. And then pretty much after the Starbucks things everybody disbanded because the cops were coming. So, it was basically over.
And then I saw a gadrillion cop cars just going and going and going – somewhere, who knows where.
And some black people yelled down from their balcony “thank you for protesting!” And look, I know I’m not doing a lot. I certainly don’t get a gold medal for doing what I should be doing. But I felt good that I got out and got my feet on the ground. It SHOULD be the privileged white people protesting and it should be the black people who get to comfortably watch from a balcony if they’d rather.
It is my job, from my privileged place, to put my feet on the pavement – not to just watch and assume someone else is gonna do it. If we all said someone else, nobody would do anything.
No justice, no peace.