My personal protest in the wake of George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, and too many to list
A few weeks ago, I walked 2.23 miles.
I did so without fanfare to honor the memory of a young, black man named Ahmaud Arbery. He went jogging one evening in his neighborhood in Georgia, much like the quiet, sleepy neighborhood I walk in every evening with my partner walking next to me. He and I hold hands. As we walk, we may talk about our days or maybe not at all, but just listen to our footsteps hit the pavement below our feet.
We do not fear walking in our neighborhood will cause suspicion or alert our neighbors to caution. These notions never enter our minds. Ahmaud Arbery was not afforded the same tolerance.
Instead, he was gunned down by three white men who felt he was “suspicious” yet all he was guilty of was jogging.