Most kiddos can quote this famous nursery rhyme by heart. Visually, I can imagine what it looked like to see Humpty “lose his stuff” on the ground beneath the wall he fell from. Not only did he look like a hot mess—perhaps bewildered with what caused him to stumble in the first place—but he also had to endure the shame and disgrace of onlookers who were helpless to do anything. Now, what if we could rewrite the story to have Dumpty survive the trauma that befell him? What if he was a boiled egg instead of raw? After he slipped, he would still be intact; perhaps only having suffered a hairline fracture. It’s not hard to compare the resiliency of a boiled egg with a raw one.
But consider if you will a group of people whose very existence is born out of survival and the audacity to fight back although faced with a dilemma similar to Humpty’s. Last week we saw the beginnings of what life might resemble if Justice is allowed to dress in her Sunday’s best. Will the George Floyd verdict signal the beginning of changes in law enforcement practices? Instead, maybe ask: What will need to happen in order for police brutality and systemic racism towards African Americans to cease? Better still, when will African American parents no longer have to have “the talk” with their children hoping they will make it home that evening? Yes, we come from ancestors that despite a history of unspeakable shame and disgrace have endured. And just like a boiled egg that can hold up under tremendous pressure and still look pretty good, we remain resilient. You already know, comments are always welcome.