This morning I woke up at 4:30 am troubled by the death of Alton Sterling and with thoughts swirling around my head.
As I typically do when I have insomnia, I got on my tablet and went on Facebook. The first thing I saw was that a cop killed Philando Castile in front of his 4-year-old daughter in what should have been a routine traffic stop. Another man killed for being black.
The next thing I read was this.
I am one of Danielle’s white friends that didn’t say anything on Facebook.
Actually, that’s not 100% true. I posted a link to my friend Krystyn’s post I See You.
Kyrstyn’s words describe how I feel, but they aren’t MY words.
I have no words
I’m sorry Danielle and anyone else that I hurt because I didn’t say anything.
I’ve been silent because I have no words.
I have no words that can explain why white police officers continue to kill black men.
I have no words that can excuse the white people that feel that this is somehow about them.
Even after two days of searching, I still can’t think of a single thing to say that would adequately address what is happening.
But the biggest reason I have been silent is that I have no words that can take away your fear that your husband or son will die because of the color of their skin.
I have no words that can take away your pain.
I have no words that can give you peace.
I wish I did.