I’ve been trying for weeks now to put my feelings about the riot into words but nothing I’ve written has felt right. I’m a cocktail blogger. I write about fun stuff not emotionally and politically charged events. What answers am I supposed to give? Truth is I can’t. But I can tell you about my experience, about my community.
My community, the 10 block radius I consider home, lies next door to where the chaos occurred. I watched it on T.V., like most everyone else did, in the safety of my living room. Sixteen stories high I trembled with fear and anger as I watched my city come undone. I remember pouring myself a glass of bourbon. It sat there all night. I was too upset to drink.