Day 41.

It’s been a long day. I’m reading today. Ta-Nehisi Coates’ “My President was Black” for The Atlantic is amazing. It’s been keeping me up late nights reading (I take a while to get through things, as the only time I have to myself to read is right before bed). This video (link to Facebook) is marvelously evocative, and makes me imagine my Bubbie serving a Jell-O mold to President Obama. It makes me think of my Bubbie serving Jell-O (after dinner) to my dad’s college roommates, who are superlative black men she hosted often because she lived so close to my father’s school.

There has been violence all over the world in the last several days. There is violence all over the world every day.

There is violence everywhere, every day.

I know my mission here. The holidays are a bit of a different time of year though. I’m going to be doing different actions. With vacation approaching and with Congress out of session until the new year, I’m going to focus on reading, and writing, and imagining.

I’m going to finish Ta-Nehisi Coates’ piece, and if I’m still awake, I’ll get back into Engines of Liberty.

More tomorrow.