We, as non-white, know too the reaches of injustice, but there are levels to its reach. It is Black people worse of all, whose backs have always been pressed against the wall, who are murdered in plain sight, that have felt its hold the most. And then in their fight for survival, they built their foundations anew and weaved a culture of beauty, laughter, art—from which we then take with abandon.
What have we given in return?