NYT had a great article published this week, Ten Years Since Trayvon, and it’s wild to look at the past 10 years and see what really soured any progress that could have happened.
The day George Zimmerman was acquitted was the end of a very brief moment in which I gave America the benefit of the doubt. Six days later, Barack Obama, the man responsible for that temporary suspension of disbelief, gave a speech that drove home for me how foolish I had been.
The president acknowledged the pain many of us felt, but, ever the peddler of hope, he stressed that “as difficult and challenging as this whole episode has been for a lot of people, I don’t want us to lose sight that things are getting better.”
I didn’t believe it when he said it, and it sounds even sillier to me now so many years later.
Michael Arceneaux on The Day I Quit Believing
If there’s one thing I’m decidedly not full of for the future of our country or species, it’s hope. What an amazingly naive time in history those Obama years were, nothing but racism, elitism and social unrest just underneath that thin facade.
