From “The Wounds Are the Witness: Black Faith Weaving Memory into Justice and Healing” by Yolanda Pierce
Beyonce sings ever so triumphantly, “You won’t break my soul.” But this world attempts to break the souls of so many that it becomes difficult to even imagine a salvation for those wounded in spirit and in body. What does hope look like for those whose bodies are pressed to the ground by a knee? What does hope look like for those whose dead children are left on the ground for four hours while helicopters and news crews hover above? What does hope look like when white supremacy has you feeling ashamed of being abused instead of being angry at your abusers?