Black Lives Matter
At the beginning of May, I spoke with my kids about Ahmaud and we ran in honor of his death at the hands of racist white men. Now, at the end of May, as the riots take place and cities around the country are burning, it is hard to know what I can do. Black lives matter. I truly believe that. I know racism is alive and rampant throughout America. I know people of color have it much harder than I do. They've tried peacefully over and over to try to get their point across. Nothing changes. Things get to a boiling point yet again and a riot or two may break out. Racism is in the news. Then status quo resumes. Change hasn't happened. Racial profiling continues. Racist killings continue. A couple of years ago I was driving home from the beach and was distracted in passing food back to my kids and on a pretty empty freeway, my speedometer crept up without me realizing it. Next thing I know, I glance out of my passenger window to see a police car entering the freeway in the lane ne...