‘Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter’ - Martin Luther King Jr.
It is a hot, sticky evening in Washington D.C., I am sitting by an open window watching the lightning crack across a biblically dark sky. My ceiling fan is providing the only cool relief in the room. Sheets of rain pour down past my cat, who is sitting mesmerized on the window ledge. Across the street, a small ‘English-country-style’ church is ringing its bells, the same bells that rang at 1pm last Thursday to mark George Floyd’s memorial service in Minneapolis. It has been
