I’m Guilty

Had a conversation recently with a good friend of mine about how beautiful the”Black Lives Matter” protests all over this country have been.  But, as I told her, I feel tremendous guilt.


The protests make me think about how much my generation has absolutely failed to keep the movement going. My predecessors were deeply entrenched in the Civil Rights movement, and then I came along and comfortably rode the coat tails of those victories to false sense of security, and got comfortable with my highly educated, six figure making, middle class “Buppie” lifestyle.

You know.  My Exceptional Nigger role.

I feel complicit in the mess we’re in now and guilty that my kids’ generation is stepping up to clean up.