"Hey, how are you?"
“Hey, how are you?”
“I’m okay...”
I mean...
Another Black person was killed today... But, I’m okay...
I was scrolling through Instagram when, right between my high school friend’s baby announcement and an ad for granola I saw him.
Another Black man slain.
I gasped.
I looked over at my sleeping partner, still blissfully unaware that the cycle we’ve come to know intimately is about to begin again.
I cried as I read the news.
I scrolled and scrolled looking for more information.
I wondered, “Are they going to deem him “good enough” for an outcry?”
They said he was resisting.
I kept reading until my boss texted reminding me of a deadline that’s coming up.
She had no idea.
Or maybe she did?
I pulled out my computer and tried to catch up on emails.
“I hope this finds you well!”
I hoped it found them outraged.
I spent most of the day trying to hunt down every article I could find while also checking in on my friends.
And managing friends checking in on me.
And dodging that damn video.
That blessed video.
I managed to get some work done between the sobs and the anger.
I only cried during one conference call.
I’ve gone numb I think.
How am I supposed to do this again?
So soon?
Didn’t we just...?
....
..
But yeah, I’m okay. -
