The dead become a statistic that we debate regarding who has the right idea about what they did and did not deserve, and in so doing we convince ourselves that we have been granted the rights as gatekeepers who hold the key to determining whether or not someone was worthy enough to finish living out their story.
So a moment where someone is able to condemn murder and distinguish a Glock from a Taser might be retweeted or shared thousands of times, but it is not confession, repentance, and rebuke of the racist, misogynistic, homophobic, and nationalist ideas that he has preached and platformed for the last 60 years.
With each tearful testimony, I think of what happened on that street in Minneapolis, as regular people watched heartless authorities while a man died unjustly. And I remember what happened on a street in Jerusalem two millennia ago.
A multi-level effort throughout the church to initiate a sustained and coordinated effort to dismantle racism.