H, I wish I knew how to give you (and Walker and Tre and Ezinne and so many others) some sort of shield or protection or wand or something that would keep you all safe. I don’t know how. I don’t even know where to start.

My wife was with her boss this afternoon at his quarterly president’s open forum where any of the students can come and air their concerns. It’s been going on for a couple years now. Usually it’s five or six kids who come to complain about something that they could have taken care of through channels. Today it was over 20. All but two were Black. The White students were female. And even though they could not point to any tangible local threats (no actual campus incidents, just “somebody heard somebody”) they were all scared. Scared of the unknown. Scared of losing what they had. Scared they don’t even understand all they should be afraid of. And they were hoping hey, maybe the university president has some answers? But of course he didn’t. Because there’s no playbook for this, and it’s too crazy to be making stuff up as we go along, so maybe… so maybe… so maybe…

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