It's one full year after George Floyd's death and not nearly enough has changed. Racism is systemic but need not lead to violence and death. Raise expectations: that our employed police force will set an example of public service, transparency and discipline worth of the trust we place in them. Bullies out; dispassionate, creative leaders in.
Mary K. Lund, Minnetonka
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Tuesday marked the one-year anniversary of when the world woke from its latest hit of the snooze button. Most of us do it — hit "snooze" on our alarm multiple times in the morning, only to, after several brief rests, determine it is finally time to fully awaken.
Our nation experienced the emancipation of Black slaves in 1863, the ability of Black men (not women yet) to vote in 1870, the Civil Rights Act prohibiting discrimination based on race in 1964 and the beating of Rodney King by police while the world watched in the 1990s. There have been these and many other events, often tragic, that were intended to wake us up, yet we hit the collective snooze button on progress. Rather than embrace ongoing and progressive change, we chose to fall back to sleep, just for a little while longer. We didn't want to face the day — the day that requires us to change. If we just closed our eyes for a few more moments, we could enjoy the extended, brief slumber.
The murder of George Floyd serves as another opportunity for us to wake up. To embrace the needed change of the systemic inequalities that have existed for generations. To acknowledge that it is hard work and takes time, yet it is work that is worthwhile, because every person is worthwhile.
If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together. Let's get together and agree that the work of antiracism is work we will do, so we will go together and farther.
Richard Bahr, Maple Grove
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As a 70-year-old white male born in St. Paul and raised in suburban Ramsey County, many might expect me to reject the concepts of systemic racism, white privilege and white fragility. In truth, I began to learn them at the age of 14. Obviously, I did not use those terms or grasp their depth and complexity in their entirety at that age or even now. I am, however, learning more each day.
Whether it was the juvenile justice system, the Mechanic Arts High School night program, the job market, college or any number of other arenas it soon became obvious to me that I had been sold a bill of goods about the American experience. I learned that the aspirational language of the Declaration of Independence, that we hold certain truths to be self-evident and are endowed with certain inalienable rights, did not extend to all of us. For many, it was no more than a humiliating lie they were required to not only swallow but at times to recite or even sing.