Sept. 9, 2019
As a young man, I was asked to sign a letter against the Vietnam War. It did little good.
Now I am asked to sign a letter against racism. It too will do little good.
The only things in this old white man’s life that may have done any good were brewing the coffee for a black community group every week for the last 17 years, and becoming not a visitor but a member of an historically African American church.
That is, crossing the lines that divide us, and crossing them and crossing them and crossing them and crossing them until, one fine day, they fall away and we all live as one.