I wish I had something poignant or even sensical to say, but I don’t, at least not yet.  Right now my feelings are raw, and my emotions are swirling.  I’ve been in this state for a few months now, and I don’t see an end to this inner turmoil coming anytime soon.  I just know that right now, in this particular moment, I’m wondering what the history books are going to say about all that has happened in St. Louis since August 9, 2014.

Will my children recall any of this?  Will they ask me what my role was?  Will they remember that protests and confrontations and murders happened just outside of their dad’s job and just around the corner from our home?  Will they realize that Occupy SLU happened where I used to walk to class everyday?  Will they understand that if Cornel West gets arrested then the rest of us regular black people don’t stand a chance?  Will they even know that for this particular span of time, they were living history?

Will anyone bother to teach about these things in history class?

What about all of the other American history that never gets taught?

Is that why we’re living history right now?