We march, we peacefully protest, we vote, we pray, sing songs and hymns, and somehow always end up right. back. here. We watch jarring juxtapositions of racial inequity play and re-play in split-screen with the same ending. Eric Garner dies in the hands of law enforcement over loose cigarette sales. Dylan Roof is gently guided into the entryway of an airplane by detectives and fed Burger King after massacring nine innocent Black people at Emmanuel AME Church. These storied injustices exist in abundance. Yes, they tire us, but we are not defeated. Yes, we are traumatized, but we are not paralyzed. Yes, we are hurting. Yet we are hopeful: for the healing of our city, its young people, and all of the life and love they have to offer.