Today I watched as images I had only seen in history books came to life.
Nazi and Confederate flags were taken to the streets with pride. Women told by men to go home and have their babies. A human took a car to run over other humans.
What does racism achieve? How does thinking someone doesn't deserve the same access to resources as yourself make the world a better place? How can you believe in God and think that this behavior is okay?
This is not the America I know.
I know I am privileged.
I know that I do not face the oppression that others do each day.
I know that being aware of this puts me in a position to do something.
What do I do?
I have cried throughout the day - triggered by a tweet, a photo or something on the news. I understand that tears will not help heal, but I don't know what to do.
I look at where I can have the most impact.
I am involved in my local community, a community that prides itself on diversity. This pride, like most pride though, can mask the difficult conversations that need to happen to move society forward. Can I help lead in this area? Where do I begin?
I work for a non-profit that has a national organization. The work I do has an impact on the lives of girls each and every day. Is that enough?
I don't have money to give away. I can barely support myself.
The word compassion, it keeps reappearing in my mind. How can I be more compassionate each day? This is a place where I do see I can do some work. Is it enough? Will it matter?
All I know right now is that it is up to my generation to take the lead from those who have gone before us and not stand for this version of the future.
We have to be the change we want to see in the world - each and every day. We have to be consistent and we cannot give up.
So today, I resolve this - I will not be quiet. I will speak my truth. I will ask the tough questions. I will have the uncomfortable conversations. I will learn. I will love.