I haven’t kicked any trashcans, but I feel the same frustration. I’ve sewn a few strings of four letter words that would make a seamstress stare in awe at my stitch work.
I don’t condone the burning and looting that’s taking place, but I understand the anger behind it.
Like you, I struggled to think of something to say last night, but the words were just not there. I knew the outcome as soon as the grand jury was announced, but that still didn’t make the announcement any easier to listen to.
I grieve for the parents of Michael Brown as they won’t be able to hug their son on Christmas morning as I’ll be able to do mine. I grieve for those who saw their businesses get trashed as they had nothing to do with the circumstances of the justice system in Ferguson or St. Louis County. I also pray for the soul of Darren Wilson. Even though man has let him off the hook, he still has to answer for the blood on his hands before God.