This past week has felt like a deja vu. A 20 year old deja vu.
When the George Floyd murder happened, my 13 year old got really mad at me.
“YOU GAVE UP! NOW WE HAVE TO FIX THIS!!” he shouted, in tears.
He had heard stories of anti racist action. Years of sweat and tears from on the streets, to the board room, to the polls and in the pocket books of major donors. The files of diversity action policies, the brochures from community Dialogues on Race, to speeches and trainings on equity. “Look what we did!”
He was right. We never fixed it.