I went to my local farmer’s market here in the north woods of Wisconsin, feeling happy for the beautiful day and the chance to be a good local citizen—but the first words I heard were a guy saying “maybe they shouldn’t have shot seven times, but other than that I can’t see that he didn’t deserve it”— referring to Jacob Blake, shot in the back in Kenosha, in front of his children, a few days ago.
This wasn’t said to me, I just overheard, and I didn’t know the person. So it was far from clear whether there was any way to respond that could help in the moment, since I suppose he was well inoculated against anything I would have said with FOX News and/or Trump tweet talking points.
But it certainly ruined my day and made me fear for our country. I made this reflection about it for a blog that my local church produces if you want to listen.
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