
I’m tired of marching. I’m tired of demonstrating. I’m tired of putting my hands up, of lying face down on the ground, of screaming my pain in train stations full of strangers. I’m tired of chanting outside the White House, the Capitol, the Supreme Court. I’m tired of demanding our president do more, as if he isn’t just as bound as the rest of us. As if it couldn’t just as easily have been him, if he were alone on any given night.