It is Day 82 of my quarantine, and Day 8 since the murder of George Floyd. I feel like I’m living inside a dystopian novel. First I am confined at home because of the virus and now because of the curfew. You can’t make this stuff up.
It is my custom to go for a walk around my neighborhood every evening, but because of the curfew, I went for a walk at noon time instead. Here is what I found just a four minute walk from my home. Yes, violence and destruction of property is not something we want, but don’t let us get our focus off of what this is really about: