Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Revealing at the End of the Day

I have had in the course of my sojourn on this orb a vivid imagination but no matter how much I strain and struggle I cannot imagine life as a person of color. I need a word between empathy and sympathy to describe my emotional state for the life and times of too many of my fellow Americans right now, but I don't have that word.  

 I do, however, have this marvelous comic (to use the word loosely) from Nathan W. Pyle whose observations always get a reaction from me. Today not so much a smile as a furrow.

When absolutely everyone is treated with dignity and respect we all win. 
-bill kenny
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