There were those who I once believed to be good people who have stayed eerily silent instead of using their voices, who have too easily leaned into their privilege and normalized the suffering of others, who have repeatedly looked the other way instead of facing this head on, who have shown that their courage and character have limitations when things get uncomfortable, who have shown that when push really comes to shove they prefer to be shoved…

That collection of disappointments has been one of the saddest things of my lifetime.

How will I ever look at them the same as I did before?

That answer is excruciatingly and painfully simple. I won’t. The trust has been broken. They discarded the benefit of the doubt I always gave them.

The thing that no one tells you that I will…

A good person isn’t just good when it’s convenient.