The other evening I was sitting down with my partner after a long day and we turned on CNN. On the screen in front of me was an image so moving, so honest, so bold that it brought tears to my eyes; thousands of people choosing to use silence in one of the busiest cities of the world as way of peaceful protest. Citizens laid down in the streets of New York with representations of coffins beside them with names of citizens who have lost their lives to the police; primarily young men of color. Three mothers of victims led this movement as it wound through the streets. I was in awe. The next day I was bursting to talk about the social movements that were taking place all over the nation; hardly anyone knew to what I was referring. The nation is alive with conversations, protests, and com