Decades ago, long before BLM, I was in a very nice clothing store in Century City shopping for a couple of suits to wear to my new job as PR director of downtown bank, a very good job for a mere “girl”. I was browsing through a rack near the door when a big black man raced in, scooped up six or ten expensive suits and ran out the door. I called a salesgirl over, gave her a description.
“We don’t challenge them,” she said. Apparently even back then black lives mattered. The wrong black lives. One of my friends was a black MD, who had pulled himself out of drugs by the grace of God, went back to school. Terrific guy.
Same as it ever was, as the song says.
BTTT.