I am a 72-year-old well-educated, sad, tired and angry Black woman. Let me tell you why I am so sad, tired and angry.
I am writing this in April, 2021, at the end of the prosecution’s case in the Chauvin trial. For most Black Americans, the killing of George Floyd was like opening an old wound and picking at a scab again and again so that the wound never quite has a chance to heal. The Chauvin trial has caused us to relive that terrible day and to realize that the wound has not yet healed. You may not read this until the trial is over and the verdict is in, but, no matter the outcome, the wound will still be there.