We’re trying to do the best we can to put this virus behind us.
Wear the mask. Keep the distance. Be smart.
Even as we read and watch others in the country, top down, argue about the wisdom of this and that, and do what they will.
We regret the death of a man who had a police knee on his throat far too long despite his voiced protests, seeing the incident again and again.
We agree with the peaceful protestors who say all Americans must respect and enact a process and encompassing social mindset that eliminates such actions and absolute fear of police-citizen interaction.
We look at our own lives and take inventory at our interactions with all people because of the peaceful protestors.
We cringe when a small percentage of the peaceful protestors get violent, smashing property and looting.
We cringe more when our elected leader rages in response and threatens more violence in retribution.
Then I awaken to local news that a longtime friend still working for the big daily was shoved by a police officer while covering the protesters, just a worker doing a job singled out very obviously.
I wish so hard for recovery from the bruises and scrapes and mental stress from that shove.
I wish so hard that we all can still find a way to believe that calmer heads remain the majority.
I wish so hard that things will settle, improve.