This morning, my friend K Lynn had a request. It was prefaced with how hard it was to ask. She asked if I could be on her list of people to call when she is scared for her life. She doesn’t feel safe out in the world. She is black. Her vulnerability and sharing brought me to a whole new level of understanding. The ramifications of yesterday’s events in NYC central park, Central Park incident , and Minneapolis George Floyd incident , bring up lifetimes of pain and injustice.
KL is beautiful, smart, funny and strong. Some of my better healing belly laughs have happened with her. Those characteristics are missed by some because of her color.
She explained, they see me, but I don’t see them. I don’t know which policeman is racist and which is not, which grocery store clerk is or isn’t, if the paramedic who is called if I am having an emergency is or isn’t. “They see me, but I don’t see them.”
So yes, I will be on her call list. I will stand up for injustice when I witness it and otherwise.
I share this conversation with her permission.