My husband and I just returned home from vacation. Instead of posting about it, I’m sitting here with a heavy heart. The domestic terroristic attack on the African-American people in an American landmark located in Charleston, SC hurts. It hurts for so many reasons.
This hits home for me because I see my family in these victims.
I see myself.
Being from the South and raised in the church, I’m very familiar with Wednesday night Bible study. It’s a practice that is very common in the African American community. It’s a time for fellowship, prayer, and pure joy. It’s a time for African Americans to come together and just be.
I’m hurt. I’m exhausted. Most important, I’m tired of racism.