Another night of insomnia. I can’t complain because I slept for several hours earlier. Doing that always messes up my fragile sleep cycle.

I slept earlier because I was so relieved to hear about the verdict in the Chauvin murder trial. I had feared yet another tragic miscarriage of justice, as we have seen far too often in this country. As Hal (person) and I sat watching the verdict being read, I wept. I’ve never fully comprehended what black Americans have to endure simply because I was born with white skin.

I’ve learned through the years that my privilege was built on the exploitation of others and that I have to do something to help change the structural racism and injustice that we see every day. That’s a tall order, but a necessary one. We are all responsible for exposing injustice whenever and wherever we find it. Only then will we see actual progress in this country.