After the rebellion of last night, the citizens are up and cleaning.
I can’t be there and help feed the thousands of children who will go without food today because school is closed. I can’t help clean up the damages. I can’t comfort my friends and neighbors. But I can write. I can write about all the distorted media images that will circulate about my city. I can write about the systematic occurrences that made the city a powder keg and the perfect place to start what I pray to God will become a real rebellion. Even though I don’t violence or bloodshed, I have to wonder how else will we get what we need.