This one was right quick, but it was a mood

looking into the frog pond, above from below

A long time from now, when I look back through these pictures, I wonder how I’ll remember the anxiety, rage and sorrow that is flowing through these days.

A friend of mine posted today

‘I just heard a mama in Atlanta say, “Son, where are you? I can not protect you, and black boys should not be out today.”‘

I can not get that out of my head. And that Mothers Day was originally started by Julia Ward Howes, to declare that mothers should stand against letting their children go forth to kill and be killed by other mothers’ children.

What can I protect? And whom? How can I put a stick in the spokes of this terrible wheel?

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