I’ve been ogled at, cat-called, and groped in ways that left me feeling small, ugly, icky, angry, uncool, too sensitive. I think it’s enough to say, #MeToo.
Memories, once snarled, now lay sorted and stacked, their sharp edges softened and beginning to decay. Within these layers, resolutions have emerged.
Seldom does its lament of Black loss achieve the moral pitch as when innocent police officers are slain in retaliation. These retaliations are wrong, yet reveals America’s regard for democracy in principle though its practice violates the volition it claims to venerate.