Of course that’s the irony—and maybe the entire point: I have the prerogative of ducking difficult conversations with myself and others about racism indefinitely.
Savannah Lives Matter
Violence, interrupted
As a denizen of a neighborhood that sees its share of crime but falls in the category of “good”—as in no one gets shot at on a regular basis—I struggle with how to support those who live in troubled communities without coming off as an interloper.
