Final Day of School Sunset – cc photo by J. Delp

Tonight I am exhausted, anxious, and frustrated. It is a dangerous time to write. For that reason, this post is unlikely to be a cohesive narrative — just a few brief thoughts as another day comes to an end.

On Thursday, we closed out the last day of school. It was the first time in my twenty plus years as an educator that I have ended the school year without saying goodbye to students. Heartbreaking.

Over 100,000 COVID related deaths (and rising) in the United States. Heartbreaking.

George Floyd. Ahmaud Arbery. Breonna Taylor. Heartbreaking.

A community — fellow human beings: mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends — rightfully saddened, outraged, and crying out for LONG overdue change. Heartbreaking.

This tweet by @drawn2intellect stopped me in my tracks. “We are not okay.” Heartbreaking.

And this tweet from @jcasap

Our society is broken. Heartbreaking.

I am part of society. I am guilty. Not because of anything I’ve said, or done, but because of all that I have NOT said and all that I have NOT done. 

Now is not the time to be silent. May God grant me the courage to take action. To listen. To understand. To actively support the marginalized in our society.

That’s all I’ve got. Tomorrow is a new day with more opportunities to do what is right.