Shelter-in-Place Journal, Day Seventy-Eight

I am privileged to be able to shelter-in-place comfortably.

I am privileged to live in an area which has not been significantly affected by protests, riots, or police oppression and brutality.

I am privileged to be able to walk down the street without worrying about drawing undue attention to myself because of my skin color or accent.

I am privileged not to have ever had to worry about where my next meal was coming from, whether I could afford medical care, or whether I was in danger of losing my home.

Far too many people can’t make all of these statements – or any of them – in the richest country that the world has ever seen.

No one should be without medical care. No one should have to worry about their next meal. No one should have to live on the streets. No one should have to worry about being presumed guilty – or assaulted or murdered – because of their skin color or accent.

I cannot solve these problems, but neither can I desist from the work of solving them. I can be an ally. I can put money where my mouth is. I can vote.

Black lives matter because black lives are human lives. Black lives matter because black lives are under attack. Black lives matter because all lives matter.

(From Chainsawsuit by Kris Straub)