After a week of protests over the death of George Floyd, I sought refuge in my kitchen, turning to food to conjure comfort for myself and those I love.
Blueberries and baking powder were transformed into buckle, packaged and sent, still warm, to my mother-in-law in Midland. My husband and stepson returned from their travels to dill potato salad, slow-roasted roma tomatoes and ribs with homemade barbeque sauce. The following day, leftovers were smuggled into my brother’s rehab facility.
Such comforts are temporary at best, both in the balm they provide to recipients and to me, the cook and baker who prepares them. They feel entirely inadequate after this week, as our nation grapples with the death of Mr. Floyd and the legacy of centuries of racism we cannot seem to rise above.
This week, my team and I have supported clients with talking points, letters and social media posts as they seek to address racial inequity with their stakeholders. We have monitored what their industries are doing and saying, sharing articles and screen caps.
As a team, we have discussed the horrific video that captured Mr. Floyd’s death under the knee of a white Minneapolis police officer. Individually and collectively, we have read articles, attended a webinar and donated money. We have cried, and some of us have prayed.
I have talked with friends of color this week, listening to their outrage and to their anguish. I felt wholly inadequate to do or say anything meaningful. Even sharing my love for them, at the end of calls or texts, seems inconsequential in the face of wickedness so pervasive, so systemic.
I am listening. My team and I, we are listening. As individuals and as a firm, we hear the cries of our community and the pain that echoes across the country and around the globe.
As a team, we are committed to being part of the change – for George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor and so many others whose names we will never know.