On a Wednesday afternoon, we walked down Massachusetts Avenue in Cambridge, our hometown. We saw the center aisle of the street lined with older white people holding signs for Black Lives Matter and cheering each other on. Most cars passing by were honking. The sensation that we felt while passing by this scene is best characterized as when "Happy Birthday" is being sung to you, perhaps by people you don't know very well. It's directed at you but you just sort of wait it out awkwardly, unsure

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... at to do with yourself until it's over. Smile? Almost through the song and dance, a white woman walking toward us on the sidewalk stopped to share in the BLM hurrah with her peers. But moments after, as she approached us, she swiftly put her head down and ignored our hello. This is not atypical. It is a classic and frequent real life demonstration of the character of many white liberals. Their BLM fanfare is not at all for Black Lives. It is to announce themselves as "good" or virtuous people, and to boost this sense of themselves for their own comfort. So much has happened, but so little has changed. When we began writing, Breonna