The first hour of the governor's briefing centered on racial inequity without discussing in any detail last night's gathering in Richmond at which, before the stated curfew, the crowd got tear-gassed. Younger son and his domestic partner (I have also called her his spouse-equivalent or plain old daughter-in-law despite the fact that they aren't married at least not as far as I know, but they've been together 11.5 years) were out for a walk and happened by the gathering just before the gas was fired. When they first posted reports on Facebook, I thought they were part of the protest; they say they were just walking. They said that the police chief later said it was three policemen who were not following orders and who would no longer be out on the street working the protests.
And then there was He Who Shall Not Be Named who had the crowds outside the White House flash-banged and tear-gassed so that he could walk across the street for a photo op at the church at which all presidents since James Madison have worshipped at least once. I imagine that the walk through the park and across the street was meant to make up for his hiding in the White House bunker on Friday. Probably playing to his evangelical base, he even held up a Bible as a prop. The Episcopal bishop overseeing the diocese was not pleased.
And there is me, not pleased that the governor is moving most of the state to Phase II of reopening on Friday. I must be looking at different metrics than the governor's office is, because I don't see things improving as much as they do. They have yet to really even meet the conditions the governor laid out when describing how the phases would proceed. Needless to say, the husband knew what the governor had said based on the expletive I shouted at my laptop.
A quickie post, I know, but the afternoon time not spent watching the briefing was spent wrestling with trying to weave a basket out of martial arts belts. Stay tuned tomorrow for details on that.
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