Last week, I shared excerpts from Black writers and thinkers whose work has taught me something. I wondered whether I should — would this be seen as performative activism? Virtue signaling? Maybe. But it was my attempt to respond in grief and sympathy for what Black people in our country are going through without making it all about me. I saw a graphic circulating that talked about how some people are front line protestors, but the movement also needs accountants and fundraisers and people to deliver granola bars and water. The point was to consider how you were most equipped to contribute.