I was born smack in the middle of America’s “Baby Boom.” I lived my formative years under Jim Crow in rural Missouri. My life spans the arc of America’s modern social and racial history from Brown v. Board of Education to the March on Washington from the War on Poverty to the war on young black men like Michael Brown and now, George Floyd. I am exhausted and weary from bearing the cumulative pain of 400 hundred years of injustice and denial of my humanity on my shoulders, in my heart and in my very soul.
Martin Luther King, Jr. observed, “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” I do not believe I will witness this “bending toward justice” in the the moral universe of America in my lifetime. In America there is no justice for people who are black, like me.