Every time – every time – I read a story about a black man or a black woman or a black kiddo who’s been hurt, humiliated, laughed at, cursed at, taunted, ignored, rejected, despised, abused, violated, assaulted. . .
It brings me to tears.
I meant it yesterday when I said I wish I could just wrap my arms around each and every single black person and take all the pain away.
I also meant it when I said I love you.
And I’m here, anytime. My door and my heart are always open for you.