 Two years ago, I was on vacation when I heard the news about the murder of Mike Brown in Ferguson, Missouri. Since then, my head continues to spin, my feet continue to march, and my voice continues to chant Black Lives Matter. And now, with the recent murders of Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, and countless others whose names remain unsaid and stories remain untold, not to mention the senseless killing of police officers during peaceful protests, I find myself shaken up and pissed off. To borrow a phrase from organizers around the country, the whole damn system is guilty as hell. Or to borrow a phrase from the prophets of my faith tradition, How long? I am tired of seeing another person of color killed at the hands of the state. How long? How long will we march for justice? How long will we proclaim that Black Lives Matter? How long, oh Lord? As long as it takes.