“There are days when all I can think about is the hatred that caused November 2016 to happen, or the cyclical nature of all of this, and I go into that dark place where functionality stops and I just want to pound my fist into a wall. If I knew how to undo visceral reactions to generations of hurt, I’d sell the secret to the world.”

In July, David Dennis commemorated John Lewis’ passing by acknowledging the frustration and rage that has mounted inside so many of us in 2020. Today, when the Kentucky Attorney General has failed to charge Breonna Taylor’s killers with any crimes beyond shooting into a neighboring apartment, it feels all too resonant all over again.