My heart is heavy.
I’m on my honeymoon in paradise with my new beloved husband, and still I mourn.
Back in the States, another innocent man was killed because of the color of his skin rather then the content of his character.
Victim of an evil way of judging others, victim of too much pride in a white man who was told his whole life that if he wanted something, he should take it.
Every day, more victims of the same system that is so institutionalized even some victims claim it doesn’t exist because of closed eyes.
The same system that caused my light-bearing friend to greet my with, “Don’t be afraid of me because I’m black.”
And what caused my first thought to be, “I’d be more afraid is you were white.”