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I am a White person. I am writing to other White people about work we need to do collectively. 
For the first time in my life, I wept for the state of relations between POC and whites in my country. I sat down and bawled. I bawled for my own lack of awareness or concern. I bawled for the realization that it has taken yet another brutal death of an African American man, George Floyd, for me to wake up enough to actually feel something real, something personal. I bawled for my complicity in this situation that BIPOC have been broadcasting an awareness of for decade upon decade.
I bawled and I am glad.
It was needed and necessary.
It’s needed and necessary for me to feel these feelings, come to these realizations and recognize why this JUST KEEPS HAPPENING.
There are a number of important causes that need voices to rise up in unity and shout about, until those who aren’t listening find that their ears begin to open and they start to hear a whisper of truth, of the need to change the world. …

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