from June Jordan’s ‘Some of Us Did Not Die’

Indeed some of us did not die.

Some of you, some of us remain, despite that hatred that violence that murder that suicide that affront to our notions of civilized days and nights.

And what shall we do, we who did not die?

What shall we do now? How shall we grieve, and cry out loud, and face down despair? Is there an honorable non-violent means towards mourning and remembering who and what we loved?

Is there an honorable means to pursue and capture the perpetrators of that atrocity without ourselves becoming terrorists?

I don’t know the answer to that.