I chose red for this month, and in early August, I was thinking of carefree summer days in my Grandmama's sandpile and this little red and blue shiny pinwheel I had out there under her oak tree.
But then, Christian Taylor was killed, and terror began again in Ferguson, and I though...you know, I get to choose whether or not this matters to me simply because I'm white. 
That I have a choice is a privilege. But I'm going to continue to choose to be concerned for the lives of my brothers and sisters until those children of God also have the luxury of daydreaming about a simple pleasure on a hot August day.
Pinwheels: Piecing With Triangles
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