I will undoubtedly mess this up, but I’ve decided fumbling, learning and creating is better than silence.
A couple months ago I heard Ahmaud Arbery’s name for the first time. A Black man murdered while jogging in a White Georgia neighborhood. As a runner and a mother, I watched the story unfold on TV and spent weeks glued to CNN hoping for justice. I sought out unfamiliar running routes to clear my head.
This is my White privilege.
The privilege of learning Ahmaud Arbery’s name from the comfort of my couch. Not from a knock on my door telling me my child isn’t coming home.
The privilege of HOPING (but not taking action) for a better world.
The privilege of running down new streets without an ounce of fear.
I decided to make a shirt. Is it enough? Hardly. But, it’s a start and something I can do.
My hope is that the shirts will be worn, conversations will be sparked and money will be raised for Equal Justice Initiative. All proceeds will be donated there.
