We Must Keep Our Beehive

Here are two things I know to be true.

The police knelt on George Floyd’s neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds.
The police shot Breonna Taylor as she slept in her own bed.

I can’t stop thinking about those two sentences. I can’t get past their finality, their sheer, immeasurable weight.

Some days, I wake up believing in tearing it all down. On those days, in conversation, when we talk about racism and riots, I try to keep that feeling aside. When I am asked if destroying property is a meaningful way to address…