This morning I woke up and I had a choice: put on clothes that made me look like an adult going to work at a job that wasn’t inside of a gym, or to not. I chose “not.”   

I met Father Bollman in 2001, immediately after the April riots, at a community forum. He was among a small group of concerned citizens who, during those troubled times, came to talk, to share grief and anger, to take the first tentative steps toward building a united city-wide coalition to address the escalating problems between the black community and the Cincinnati police.