 by Andrew Hinderocker. I'm pretty sure I'm the only white dude on the bill tonight, which means my ass is the least qualified one here. And yet for some reason, I've been given three minutes. I've also been given an almost unfathomable advantage in virtually every facet of my life, but back to my three minutes. I'd like to use mine to listen. In just a moment, I'm gonna ask you to turn on your cell phones. And then I'm gonna give you the number to my cell phone. And then, if you're willing, I'd like you to send me a text. I'd like to know what you yearn for in the wake of all of this injustice. What do you long for? And whatever you feel like writing, whether it's redemptive or retribution, some concrete actionable change or something abstract, grand or small, I'm asking you to speak from the heart. To me. So if you're willing, please turn on your phones. Oh, and by the way, tomorrow morning, I'm gonna type up your responses and post them on my Facebook page for anyone to read. But selfishly, they're also for me. To remind me. To guide me. To hold me accountable. And if you want to hold me accountable, I'm about to give you my cell phone. It's 847. Oh, and by the way, you don't get wider than 847. Kenilworth Wilmet, thank you very much. Are you guys ready? 847-912-6719. What do you yearn for? Please send a text with your response to Andrew's cell phone at 847-912-6719. And by the way, this is Andrew's phone for real, so I'm gonna be getting your text right now. So if you guys could send them in. Which means that the last minute of his piece will be written by you. So here we go. We got a bunch going on here, so here we go. For Black lives, for Brown lives, to really, truly, undoubtedly, and unconditionally matter. Justice. Peace. Service. I want to be of service. I yearn for tears. Not being passive. Connection. Imagination as the antidote to the impossible. A love that will make change. Change that leads to safety and peace. Resolution. Fairness. Justice. The end of people trying to control one another. Understanding. I long for a place to start healing everywhere I see you, soar. To wholly exist in the God-given space that I inherited. I yearn for equality. I yearn for people to fucking understand, to sit their asses down and listen, to have some empathy and to get off their damn asses and do the right thing. You guys is writing it. Collective action and understanding to make change. Real and lasting change. Love. Freedom, peace, and love. Love. Safety. Peace. Love. No fear in being free. Total peace on earth. Solidarity. Thank you. Truly. Thank you.