I asked, “What is mine to do?” Through my spiritual practice arose the idea of creating a documentary on what some were doing to support the end of racism.
The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
There is so much collectivity in pain and so much isolation. But, I wonder if adults can break down.. and throw a temper tantrum at the injustice of it all.
I phoned an airline. And wouldn’t you know, the job where so much self-misery was manufactured had also earned me enough miles for a free flight to India.