I come here to write about things important to me, whether someone cares about my writing or not: writing is for me.

Note: There does appear to be a lack of appreciation for this effort, which really tests my belief in the sentence, above.

Today, I am tired. No surprise. At an elderly age, being tired is a normal state. You’ll see, young people.

But today I am more (sic) tired than ever. Yesterday was the verdict day for a landmark trial in Minnesota. A white cop killed an unarmed black man by kneeling on the black man’s neck for over 9 minutes. George Taylor and Derek Chauvin are the two men involved.

The process has become a race-related flashpoint, and the killing, trial, and verdict were/are extremely important events in the country’s efforts to understand racism in the United States.

But it is tiring. I’ll never understand either side of racism. It’s impossible.

All racism is–at its core–is hating someone you don’t know. Who would do that?

Sadly, racism itself, sees no colors and lures both hater and hated into a cycle of never-ending hate of the other. NEVER ENDING.

In Minnesota, the black man’s family suffered at his death. Consequently, the white man’s family suffered at his conviction and imprisonment. One life has been lost and other lives ruined.

Sadly, throngs of people supporting the black man, and educated pundits from around the world, celebrated the conviction. They danced in the streets. They cried “joyous tears”.

As a non-church person who believes in God and appreciates the teaching of the Bible (the Good Things, anyway), it has to be asked: what inspires this “joy”?

We need to know in our hearts and minds there is no joy in any single second of this entire process. None.

Joy will come when all people stop hating people they don’t know. All.