Hey Eunice. . . I'm just an ole white boomer who happened to notice your passionate sharing here on Medium.

I read it. I commend you for your zeal and your skill in expressing what needs to be said, even though the message written is overlooked or lost in the flood of social media and main media.

But hey! I'll take a shot at offering some encouragement, reinforced with some historical perspective.

George Floyd made a difference. Breonna made a difference. . . Freddie Gray made a difference . . . Emmett Till made a difference .

Even Jackie Robinson made a difference, and he wasn't even concentrating on these clusterfud of injustice issues. He was concentrating on a baseball!

Harriet made a difference; Frederick made a difference.

Even Dred Scott's life mattered!

Sam Cooke's life mattered.

Smokey Robinson's life mattered.

Thurgood Marshall's life mattered.

Even Clarence Thomas' life matters, God bless him.

Aretha Franklin's life mattered.

Alex Haley's life mattered.

Maya Angelou's life matters.

Eunice Browlee's life matters!

When you overcome this present discouragement--think of Rosa Parks. . . she must have had some trepideation when the bus driver argued with her--then get busy and do what you do best.

And I do believe it has something to do with writing.

But!--dismiss social media! Fuhgedaboutit. Go for the real deal: Medium, serious journalism, books (I've written and published four of them)

The most recent of those, King of Soul, is about a white kid (me) growing up in Mississippi in the early '6o's.

Medgar Evers' lives matter(s)ed. My account of his murder in his own front yard in Jackson is evidence of that.

Get journalism or literary training if you've got the resources to do so.

Stay busy doing what you do best. Don't let the unceasing flood of socialmedia corrupt your fortitude. It is merely sound and fury signifying nothing but our collective vanities with a few meaningful jots or utterances that happen to make the cut.

And here's an old one that makes the cut: " I have a dream."

Martin had a dream; his life matter(s)ed.

Joseph of old had a dream; his life has mattered for 3500 years.

Staying busy dulls the pain, as well as presenting the possibility that you might write the next "Roots" or

"Letter from a Birmingham Jail" or "Change is Gonna Come."

Eunice's life matters.