I am heartsick at yet one more in an endless series of police killings of black men. There is nothing I can say that you have not already thought. And yes, I understand that from this explosion of anger and frustration there may come the birth of a strengthened movement for radical change. It is all that keeps me from utter despair.
I think back to when I first learned of The Talk, that obligatory conversation Black parents have with a young son when he reaches twelve or thirteen years of age, and I wonder how many white Americans, even those who are of the liberal persuasion, know about The Talk and have really thought deeply about what it must be like to live in a country in which such a tradition exists.
Dear God, let the protesters not contract the virus!