I woke up this morning (roughly 4 a.m.) with my children and immediately put on the news for background noise while my wife made a pot of coffee. Immediately my heart sunk watching the reporter stand at the epicenter of so much property damage and anger in the city of Boston. I was unaware of the protests taking place, what seemingly started out peacefully eventually festered into a glorified melee of businesses being looted and completely destroyed. On one hand, I don't consider the damage to be remotely connected to the protest itself more like several assholes going into business for themselves and using the protest as an excuse to behave like douche bags. Looting and rioting has absolutely nothing to do with what deserves visibility, unfortunately "if it bleeds it leads," and news stations seldom pay attention to those who are in it for all the right reasons as they are looking for that sound bite or clip of tensions festering into chaos between the police brutality we are all sick to death of and the self-imposed isolation we've all been living in to flatten the curve of COVID-19.
Needless to say, while my sons and I were driving around this morning I was trying to make sense of where our country, where our world is at currently. A virus with seemingly no end, a president hiding like a fucking child and refusing to pacify these tensions by actually doing his job, and the unfathomable nature of racism. While my sons and I were doing errands in the afternoon, I found this written in chalk in a parking lot outside of a shopping plaza. God, the first two thoughts that crossed my mind? Hope, and sadness. Children get it, children had written this in that parking lot and numerous positive messages outside of school just across the street. How is it that children understand that racism is wrong but the rest of the world is still catching up? I committed to this blog because I told myself, I hate the nefarious nature of social media, and the vainglory of self-branding and trying to promote one's self as being a commodity but if I could find hope in my backyard during these truly and profoundly messed up times? Then it would be worth it to write something and share pieces of my world with anyone who is as desperate as I am for hope and enlightenment. I want to give kudos to the parents of the children who wrote this. Racism is learned, it isn't innate. Evolution begins at home, with your parents. We owe it to our children to be the best version of ourselves that we can possibly be. Even if this means taking a good hard look at ourselves in the mirror and asking ourselves, who am I? What do I represent? And what do I need to do to be better? This gave me hope. I still have hope. I hope you do too.
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