Flew into Europe for the week, but why even when out the country, the atrocities that black American families face seem to haunt me even across foreign lands? Through the news of national occurrences in Buffalo, through phone calls from my mom of local nightmares in New Orleans, and through the thoughts from visiting my brother last week in a Texas prison learning that at 31 years old, he wakes up to pick cotton at 6am from a poor decision he made at 17. You read that right— my brother involuntarily picks cotton in a field at an American prison in 2022. Does any of this ever start to make sense? #UnheardVoices