I’ve struggled with words the past few days, feeling incapable of saying something that captured what I felt-perhaps because I didn’t know what to think. What is clearer to me now is that there are injustices that are alive and present and that I have a role in righting.
There are a number of practices I do that I’m proud of, but righting injustices has not been an active, present one. My read of Kendi’s book is that righting injustice is an action: Actions (and practices) are uncomfortable at first to establish, but taking and being involved in them is their own reward because they’re the right thing to do.
So, I commit to making progress on my practice of righting injustice, including the racist injustice of the past week, but also those in the past and future.