I walked out to my car, sat in the driver’s seat, and slammed my hands on the steering wheel. I wasn’t upset because of the bleak outlook for Membands in the days ahead. Rather, I was so frustrated that this man told it like it was—with so much realism in his tone—and left little hope for a pragmatic path forward.
Justice will come in the form of greener pastures. It just might not be in a few years. And it might not be in a few decades, or maybe even millennia. But justice will roll in and through our streets and cities and nations as quickly as evil does today. Until then, may we swing the pendulum to the right, as well, and experience transcendence. Transcendence that might take us above our day-to-day struggle to define “What’s going on?”