A Nation In Unrest
I knew things were different the moment the 1st coworker to reach out to me asked how I was feeling, and I broke down shortly afterward for the 1st time.
Photo Credit: Alice Xiao (@AliceXiaoCreative)
I don't know where to start, but I do know when things will end.
I knew things were different the moment the first coworker to reach out to me asked how I was feeling, and I broke down shortly afterward for the first time.
I knew things were different when I struggled to get back to work as if nothing had happened. My heart hurt because I knew that was being expected of me and many others that look like me. To just grin our teeth and persevere on top of the everyday struggles we face.
Photo Credit: Alice Xiao (@AliceXiaoCreative)
I knew things were different when, like many of you, I didn't know what else I could do. I read articles, used my platform to amplify others' voices, reached out to my friends of color, connected with my white friends, and donated money. I saw my favorite artists bringing life to boarded windows. I watched my friends cook meals for first responders, protesters, and those in need out front of their bar, doing what they can.
I knew things were different when I marched with 30,000+ Chicagoans in peaceful protest, taking up all 4 lanes of traffic for 3+ miles. I met friends there before we marched, another friend tapped my shoulder after bumping into us, and we walked home with a different set of friends.
I knew things were different when I woke up today, energized, and with a heart full of pride. I’ll look back, knowing we made the right decision to stand up against injustice. And I’ll look forward, knowing my ancestors proud will be proud of my actions.
