I know the streets of large cities are filled with disaffected youths. I understand that their arrogance is hard to accept and harder still to deal with. I realize there’s a massive gulf between my experiences and the lives of people for whom every day is a struggle against racism and poverty, just as I appreciate that there’s a huge gap between my life and the lives of police officers who encounter anger and hostility every day.
My understanding notwithstanding, I am choking on the fact that Baltimore is burning. I am choking because I cannot accept that so many Black men die at the hands of police. I am choking because I cannot accept that the solution to bigotry and oppression is rampant violence. I am choking because the solutions to poverty and racism do not involve pillaging neighborhood stores and attacking racists and those who look like them and setting fire to entire cities.