Because They Matter
Though it is at the forefront of my mind, I cannot will not be talking about Ferguson. It's too damn hard, frankly, and brings me back to the tragically-similar emotions I had during the summer of 2013. Those were dark times, to be sure, and I'm not eager to revisit them.
Still, I'm left with the same question I had last year: Dear God, what can I do?
Many have weighed in on this topic—precious few have offered helpful insights—but I realized there is nothing I can do to change minds through sheer will and/or good intentions.
So, I've quit in that regard. I refuse to beat my head against a brick wall in hopes that it might crack. Even in the best case scenario, I'm left with a concussion.
Instead, I will be putting my energy where it has the most potential for mutual benefit: my husband and children. I will tell, but also demonstrate how precious they are, whether society affirms that fact or not.
I will fight the good fight on the ground, at home. I will do the hard work of empowering them, filling them with knowledge and compassion, confirming their humanity at every opportunity.
Because they matter.