Life After George Floyd's Murder.

I was not there I keep telling myself.

But God knows how much I wish had been there on that day, that moment - to help.

I wasn't there to be able to help, I keep telling myself - as I tried to fall asleep over and over, this past Tuesday night.

I shouldn't feel quilt or blame myself the voice I keep hearing inside my head says.

But I know that voice is lying to me - because I have allowed the colour of my skin (white,) to give me privileges and make jokes about others in the past.

So many times, I have wondered to myself in the past year since George's death has the colour of my skin given me an edge over others in just going about the routines of everyday life.

Just the word routine has made me ponder the fact that my skin colour has made what may seem innocently routine for me in the moments of a day - can seem worlds apart for others different than me.

Oh, how I wish I was there on that day, that moment I tell myself - maybe things would have turned out different - probably not!!

It is year one since George died and I Heard His Voice Calling and Pleading for Others Just to Let Him Breath Again.

I am a white 57-year-old man, and I can tell you honestly that in a year since George Floyd's Murder, my life has changed!!

I have become more mindful of others who do not share my same skin colour and I question myself and my thinking more so now than when I use to, in what I say, do, and don't do - when it comes to everyone, including with the police.

I HOPE YOU HAVE CHANGED TOO.