For a few days I could feel the fear and the sadness. The need for “revolution” was palpable. Solidarity in the movement could not be mistaken. And, allyship may have been as strong as ever.
But, I don’t feel that way today.
Today, there is a still quiet in the air. An undertone of buzz.
It is not silent – as there are protests, and vigils (and funerals), and town halls still taking place all over the country. But, it is contextually fairly quiet.
People are breathing a little easier.
Shoulders are are little less tense.
Conversations have shifted back to normal everydays.
And it makes me wonder. . . have we forgotten, already?
The hurt, pain, chaos, anger. The solidarity, unity, community.
The traditional news outlets sure have, so maybe we have to.
We’ve retreated back to our normal. Mind you, the one that has been forced on us for so many years. But, a normal nonetheless. Our normal. And, maybe, just maybe we’ve gotten too comfortable there.
Why are we comfortable? At the bottom. Because we’ve been given no place else to be?
Lest we forget, the bus boycott of Montgomery, Alabama lasted 381 days.
Lest we forget, a huge chunk of sit-ins also lasted more than a year – and yielded some 70,000 participants and 3000 arrests.
Lest we forget, the Civil Rights Movement itself lasted an entire decade; from 1955-1965.
I don’t have the answers. But, I’m hoping someone does. What is our next move? What’s the next play? What do we have to put into motion that will guarantee some 20 years from now, someone will be able to say, “Lest we forget. . .” about our time?