As a real estate broker, I notice the disparities in race, and the outcome is heart-wrenching. Houses certainly are selling, but due to the supply and demand, the prices are astronomical. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to notice that people making $8.60 per hour are not the new homeowners of homes selling for a quarter of a million and well above a million.

My night was restless not only because of the obvious but also the direst in the black communities because of intentional killing by police against people of color. So as I see things unfold, the survival rate in these communities is gloomy. On top of this information, there is propaganda dispersed in these areas that they shouldn’t take the COVID-19 vaccine because its uncertainty can cause harm to their bodies. Not to mention, people are paid to steer ignorance in the wrong direction. What more significant injury than not having a right to live in decent communities with food and shelter and equal rights and opportunities as those of a different race? Not to mention the redlining because of zipcodes will increase insurance and protection because of where they live?

The despair is gut-wrenching, no matter how digested. My heart hurts as the reminder of that missing God in the lost communities. The saving grace is acceptance and a determination to live—adaptation to change has always been the answer.