On my outrage

I’m not sure that I get to fully wave the flag of my outrage or despair or disbelief these days. Instead, I may just get to acknowledge that I’m only truly beginning to fully absorb the daily experience–inconveniences, harassment, worries, precautions, small fears, and huge, legitimate fears for family members’ lives–of my darker-skinned brothers and sisters. If an African American looks at my white outrage with calm, resigned, and unsurprised eyes and says, “Yes, and long before someone started recording these reprehensible behaviors for the world to see, we have lived with them,” I get to take that in. And then I have to get educated, make my alliances clear, and take a stand for building an anti-racist world.

Fred Rogers and Francois Clemmons