What's Next

We're living in the funnel of a storm and every hour another tremor upends what we know, or suspect, or conjure up in our imagination. Who lies, who tells the truth, who lives in a fantasy furnished with elaborate fabrications?
The question for me -- how did we arrive in this place? And more important, how do we undo the snarled threads of suspicion and racial disharmony and basic distrust of the other?