Ferguson: When There Are No Words
Right now, it’s too much. The pain, the disappointment, the lack of surprise, the shame. The feelings come in waves, with short phrases and words: shit, Jesus, dammit, what the hell. But the words will come, as they must, for we cannot stay silent in the face of injustice. Good night, broken country of mine. And Ferguson, may you suffer no more losses tonight. We stand with you. Please be safe.