Today was a gut punch. Came home after work to open the computer and read about another sickening murder by these ICE thugs. I wanted to do something, anything, but didn't know what. So I made a cardboard sign, and bundled up against zero-degree temperatures, and walked a few blocks to the nearest busy traffic corner with a street light. Stood there from 7pm to 8pm, just holding my lonely sign over my head for an hour.
Don't know what earthly good that did. Cars just drove by. Why was I there? It was mourning, it was respect, it was anger, it was witness, it was something I can't put a name to. This can't be allowed to go on. This must stop.
From a cold lonesome street corner here in #RochesterNY, to the unwaveringly courageous front lines of the fight in #Minneapolis, we all need to find the determination to #Resist in #Solidarity.