Pursuing my place in the fight

Another black boy snatched away from this earth due to policing. Ineffective, unproductive, unreliable, non-community oriented, non-community caring, Inhumane policing.

Since the protests erupted – yet again – last year, I’ve been trying to figure out where I fit into this fight. My heart goes out to these families and I’ve been praying, but FAITH without WORKS is dead. I honestly don’t know what to do.

I ended up at a small, local protest with mom last year. It felt productive to stand in front of the courthouse in a rural Georgia city and announce that BLACK LIVES MATTER. Of course there were some who continuously rode by with confederate flags while we stood in the hot sun, but there were quite a few people who honked in support of the movement. That day confirmed what I already knew — protesting isn’t really something that fits my personality. I think I’m more of a worker bee. I don’t mind being in the background supporting the more vocal folks. *I’m definitely an introvert who doesn’t really like to be around a lot of people.

I even joined a local branch of NAACP, but it hasn’t been an experience where I’ve felt productive as yet. I haven’t found my niche. I haven’t found where I’m needed yet. I want to do something, but I’m not sure what that something is for me.

Have you found your place in this fight for our lives?


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