What I’ve learned from an isolated little tree in my backyard.
Every time any one of us is hurt—black or white, human or not—it wounds us all. The waves of pain ripple outward, often times overturning only the vessels of the victims’ loved ones, and concentrating the pain there. Other times these waves become great tsunamis of anger and frustration, which wash over the whole world. And rarely, but it does happen, these seismic sea waves sweep away the systems of injustice that have been pulling us apart and injuring us one and all. Here is praying that this is one of those moments.