After a Pause for BLM...the Return
After a month-long hiatus, I’m bringing back this blog. I hit the pause for the BLM protests because this blog’s subject matter, the minutia of (oftentimes privileged) living, was too joyous and sometimes too silly to post during this time. I had to sit back and allow the important voices to be heard. Interrupting with my banal blogging would not just be rude, but a deflection from the paramount issue of the day: systemic racism and brutality within our police departments.
In the past, I have called out racism as I encountered it, in January and April of this year and September of 2019. I’m no scholar or expert, but I don’t think you have to be to see hate and document it.
Going forward for the next few weeks, in support of the Black Lives Matter movement, I will focus on Africa travel. Africa has a special place in my heart. I wanted to move there. In 2003, my wife and I honeymooned in South Africa, and besides time spent on safari, we went house hunting. At the time I had a friend in Capetown, European expats living in Durban, and I had visited twice previously and was in love. Such gorgeous and affordable places we visited, dreaming of a new life. We ultimately decided to not make the move to the other side of the world, but it was a close call. I still wonder what shape my life would have taken if I would have spent the last seventeen years in South Africa rather than New Mexico.
First up in the next blog will be the Dogon Country of Mali. Stunning scenery, cliff dwellings, and the friendly hardworking people of Mali.
Next…who knows? Maybe Namibia? Or Zambia? Africa is even more varied in climate and culture than North America, even though too many people think of it as a singular place. But from north to south, the places are as diverse as Toronto, Tennessee, and Tijuana on my side of the globe.