I’m going to spare Al the trouble of putting a “watch the political conversations” disclaimer at the bottom of this post by making it the lede. The point of this post isn’t to debate who is right or wrong in the protests that have erupted in Chicago and every other major city across America. But I honestly don’t know how to write a diary of the world without baseball without talking about a moment that will shape this crisis and its aftermath.
The protests we are seeing every day and night are historic. A generational scream of frustration over injustice that began in response to the murder of George Floyd but have grown to something larger than anything I’ve witnessed. I am seeing truly transformative conversations across every network of my friends and family, from my friends who run, to my friends who teach, even my friends who love baseball.
This would be a huge moment all on its own. But these protests are not happening on their own. They are a spark set on a country littered with the kindling of a once in a century pandemic with unemployment soaring past numbers we haven’t seen since the Great Depression. The country is on fire and I don’t see anyone with the messages, policies or vision to put out the flames right now.
While I wrestle with words that could do justice to what all of us are witnessing each day, I would be remiss if I didn’t share some of the images from Chicago that tell this story better than I can.
There are no answers here, I have nothing figured out, but I would be doing everyone a disservice if I pretended player and owner negotiations or whether or not Dusty Baker will lose his trademark toothpick with the new COVID-19 rules mattered even a fraction as much as what is happening in Chicago and across the country right now.