I almost left a few minutes into last week’s Citizen’s Police Advisory Committee (CPAC) meeting. The overwhelming emotion that filled the room poured over me like boiling water. After a deep breath, rather than running from the scalding, I stood still for it. Opened up to the pain. It was important for me to witness and support black voices being centered. It was a messy, imperfect, essential space for community grief and anger. May it not be in vain.