I’m bereft that someone was so radicalized by racist ideologies – in 2015! in the U.S.! – that they murdered 9 people on cold blood – an act of terrorism if you will. And sadly I’m not surprised in the least.
There is little I can write about last Thursday’s massacre – and the culture that surrounds it – that someone else hasn’t already said better. So instead I link to them:
I’m not the perfect anti-racist ally but I’m trying. And I’m going to fail in the future just like I’ve failed in the past. And then I’m going to apologize, and do better in the future. Because dammit, black peoples’ lives DO matter to me. And white people, we can do so much better than what we’ve done so far.
Three hours is definitely my maximum time in a museum. While it was so great to go and just wander, I walked out with a headache that didn’t go away for a good chunk of time. Ah well, good art is good and worth it.
It was Dairy Day at Drumlin Farm in Lincoln, MA, and my friend Katrina and I headed up so we could get there for the 10-11am milking time. The line for milking Jane the cow wasn’t too long when we got there. We were at least 35 years older than anyone else in line, but I’d argue that we had more fun than anyone else there.