Speak the Truth, Even if Your Voice Shakes
Photo: Phil Cousineau
After the weekend events of protests turned to violence over George Floyd’s killing, continued racial inequality and disparity, and weeks of this global pandemic, I feel rather speechless. I’ve wept, I’ve cried, nothing feels like enough in the quest for equality.
People are risking their lives, immersing themselves in close contact and intimate exposure to the Coronavirus to speak their truths. Some are truly earnest, I believe.
I do my best to speak my own truth. But not all truths are equal. White privilege brings a fairly open ability to speak. I am privileged in so many ways. My ache is deep but my personal needs are few. I am always searching for the next right words and actions.
This I know ~ that it does take showing up.
My privileges compel me to be a Voice for the Voiceless.
Deep Listening. The next right thing. Pausing when needed. Don’t disappear. Be an ally.
My Mantra remains -
Can we find the path to freedom by the truth in our lives
Find the courage, strength, and hope to stand tall
Resurrect ourselves, correct ourselves, and pay our due
Hear my Battle Cry - I will live in Truth - or die.
“To whom much has been given much shall be expected.”