I'll just share a story.

Today my husband and I finally decided to get out of the house. We drove about an hour away to Lake Nockamixen in rural Pennsylvania. On our way home, we drove through rural Bucks County, which is a very wealthy area with a small population. At an intersection of two country roads, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, was an elderly white man holding two signs. One read "Black Lives Matter" and the other "Show Love, Not Violence". By chance, we were one of four cars at the intersection. Odd to even see another. Each car honked in support and the occupants waved, happily. In one car there was even a black couple, which is rare in those parts, since the African American population there is quite small.

The above experience makes me feel doubly happy that we went out. Though it may seem like nothing compared to the large crowds of protesters present throughout the US, and world, it was something. It was something.