The Only America I’ve Ever Known

Some thoughts on the dismantling of BLM

I remember the first time I saw this mural.

It was from Japan. On the net. But it stopped me in my tracks. It felt unreal—like an AI-generated fever dream, too vivid, too bold to exist.

If it weren’t for COVID—and the gnawing fear that I might not be let back into Japan from a U.S. in viral denial —I would’ve gone to D.C. to see it in person.

To stand before it. To touch it. To take it in. And yeah, probably take some pics amid it.

But I didn’t. And now I never will.

You slow, you blow. You snooze, you lose.

Stupid me