I’m at that age where "having potential" is no longer considered appropriate. I'm supposed to be doing something.

Today I realized I’ve seen black men being killed my whole life.

Today is MLK Day, but every year, I feel like something is missing. Every year we are reminded of our slow and steady progress against the evils of racism. But the thing about racism is when you look closer… There’s always another evil. Another layer of depravity and hate. Another wall to tear down, Another fire to put out.

It seems that every year since I became an adult, Christmas gets more and more less special.