Dear friend,

It’s hard to write this letter because I care so much about you yet the words don’t come easy. I really want to ask, how are you? Are you ok? But in times like these it just doesn’t seem like enough. I can’t even begin to imagine how you are feeling right now and how you have been feeling for your entire life. I won’t ever know the experience of being a Black person in America, but I will try to understand, for you, my friend. You don’t have to share anything you don’t want to. You don’t have to explain anything to me because I don’t need your explanation to believe that…