Walking While White — An Awakening

About a month before the streets filled with protestors outraged by the murder of George Floyd, my husband and I devoted our time to walking them. Our presence was not born of politics or despair, but a reaction to Covid-19. Our county in suburban New York had been hit hard. When the weather warmed, we longed to get outside. The parks near us were either closed or dangerously crowded and we couldn’t travel. So we hit the pavement.

Back in March, during a stay-at-home-motivated basement decluttering, we came across an old paper street map of our town. Finding it prompted…