Day 14 – Total confirmed cases in the US: 124,686
The street that I live on ends in a T. When you reach the end, you can turn left or right but you cannot continue in the direction you were traveling.
It is a fact of life that the paths we take end, often without warning. When they do, we sometimes learn that we had been moving through inertia, using momentum generated in another time, when that direction seemed best.
One night I heard a tremendous crash and looked out the window to see a car that had every intention of going straight, up to the moment it learned there was no street there. It scraped away from the scene of its disgrace, sparks flying from the spot where its bumper scraped the road, pieces trailing in its wake.
The feeling I had in the pit of my stomach watching that car is almost the same as the one I have now watching our country scrape through this tragedy, trying to continue on a path that doesn’t exist anymore by electing an unqualified and unfit leader, just to placate the insecurities of white people who are terrified that our changing demographics will challenge their privileged status.