A story is told of a strange piece of art. This art piece consisted of a shotgun fixed to a chair which was set to fire sometime within the next hundred years. Strangely, people lined up to sit across from art piece and stare down the barrel of the loaded gun. Even though the gun…
It’s out of control. And there’s no sign of it getting better. Everyone is on edge. Everyone is scared. Everyone is looking for someone to blame. So the preverbal “finger pointers” are stabbing in every direction. And yet the actual problem is being ignored. The problem isn’t black people or the #BlackLivesMatter movement. The problem isn’t white…
Last Week marked the first time I had ever felt the cold, hard metal of police handcuffs. Several police cars and officers swarmed around me. My hands were locked behind my back and I was being bombarded by questions. What happened? Let’s rewind. You might have called that afternoon a typical day in the office. …
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