Anna and the boys were over yesterday; we were about to go to the playground when she checked her phone and said, “The verdict’s coming in soon!” TV went on; the boys swirled around us while we held our breath and watched – and eventually wept. We had to try to explain to two small boys why a police officer had been convicted of murder. It was not easy.
Thank god, a moment of justice in an unjust land. It’s hard to imagine, given the cellphone footage, that the verdict could have gone any other way, as countless other verdicts have in the past. The blessing of cellphone cameras and the courage of witnesses.
Like Harvey Weinstein and others trapped by the march of time and social change, Chauvin launched his career in a certain system, where white policemen could do whatever they wanted, including murder, and get away with it; he’s the first to publicly find himself in another. It will not be easy for him in prison, where I assume he may be surrounded by men he helped put away.
Eli had brought homework, so while he did it, Ben did some careful, laborious writing of his own. He asked for the spelling of NO CHICKENS, followed by NO ROOSTERS. Not sure why, but definite rules have now been made which I’ll do my best to obey. I’m blessed to be able to spend time with my grandsons and give thanks that this pandemic, unlike polio, spares children almost entirely. One of the greatest blessings of all.
I sent this picture to Ben’s grandfather in Washington, and he replied, Always nice to have clear rules of engagement, especially concerning poultry.
Snow! Very pretty. It won’t last, in fact, it’s melting already. Just a reminder of where we’ve been.