The Ahmaud Arbery case, my privilege, and love

I’m no activist. I don’t jump on bandwagons, especially when I smell the media pushing a narrative. But I went for a run around our town yesterday, and in light of the Ahmaud Arbery case, there was something I made sure to notice:

At no time did I feel unsafe. At no time did I have any concern that someone might think I looked suspicious. At no time did anyone approach me or even look my direction.

Now, there are several factors at play. For one, I live in one of the safest towns in my state. So...