Bree Newsome's arrest

I didn't think it was possible to cry on my vacation, but I thought about Bree Newsome's arrest for taking down the Confederate Flag on June 27 and I cried. From Charlotte, North Carolina, she quoted scripture as she descended the flag pole with the flag in her hand. I cried for that terrible injustice, that kind that has been portrayed to us only in film as though "it couldn't happen here." But it does every day, and the minor injustices the rest of us endure, are just that. The things we fight for, a niceness in the work place, a more equitable pay, a fair health system, all pale in the light of that massacre by a man who felt justified in his killing of people at pray. 
This woman, Bree, walked quietly onto that small ground, climbed noiselessly over that fence, without raising her voice except with words of scripture and acknowledgement of her imminent arrest, stayed calm. I cried for her and because of all the meaningless acts that I can surround myself with, when I see one statement without words, one walk without self-acknowledgement and self-congratulations say more than any statement could in a lifetime. Bravo to Bree, who exhibited the kind of citizenship we should all cherish, one with meaning, one wanting to right a wrong, one acknowledging a wrong doing and accepting the consequences without trepidation but with a calm resignation and sorrow at so many lives lost. In the face, the public face of a nation, that deserves and should serve the truth to all of us.