via The New York Times Hi. My name is Connor Campbell Mahan Lothrop, and from those of you that don’t know me and can’t discern it from my name(s), I am white. I am from a white, economically stable family in the suburbs of the D.C. suburbs. I recently graduated from a high school where 85% of the students are white and just 5% are black. I can count on my fingers the number of black teammates I’ve shared a pitch, diamond, court, or race course with since kindergarten. This Fall, I will attend a college constructed by enslaved black men and women, a school that has had racial problems linger even into this decade. And yet there is one obvious truth I can see through my pronounced paleness and privilege: Black Lives Matter. Black Lives are needed. Black Lives are loved. I am entirely unequipped as a white person to deal with the senseless violence our black community faces from the establishment on a daily basis. However, I can still do everything in my power ...
