Early last week, I announced that I would officially introduce my new venture. June 1st was supposed to be…the big reveal!
Well, 8 minutes and 46 seconds changed all that.
On Monday, my friends gathered six feet apart as planned, to raise a glass and asked, “Did we miss something? I didn’t see your announcement.” My response was vague…littered with incomplete thoughts.
Like most of the world, I had spent the last few days, internalizing the horrific footage of George Floyd’s murder and digesting the national headlines. And, like most of Black America, I was also offering insights in response to my white friends’ questions and reflections. Honestly, I barely realized that Monday had rolled around…the “launch” seemed inconsequential and tone deaf at best.
Instead, June 1st looked like this. In...