As I walked out of the car wash today, I was watching the video of the man shot in NC filmed by his wife that popped in my feed.
I stepped outside and right next to a police officer. I wanted to be angry, I wanted to choose separation for a moment standing next to my husband (who is a young black male).
I looked at him and we exchanged hellos. I asked how he was doing. He said “tired. I just got off a train from Chicago”. As we conversed I discovered he was....