The waves of grief have washed over me as soon as I heard of George Floyd’s death. It seemed that all the work I had done to get to a place of hope again, fell to pieces with the words I heard over the news. Studying black theology in college, made me keenly aware of the privilege I have as a white woman, to be able to turn off the radio and choose to think on other things. I remember in college the profound white guilt I had, that all of us white kids had in our black theology classes, asking what can we do, how do we fix this?…