A little salute to George Floyd Like many, I have been trying to make sense of the horrifying and completely unnecessary death of George Floyd over the last week. The visuals, first of the victim in his final moments and then of the protests – sometimes peaceful and other times not – have caused anguish as they rightly should. America having been my second home from the mid 80s to mid 90s and that too in my younger years. The emotions am going through right now are, therefore, manifold and mixed. Having lived a good part of those years in the American South (North Carolina and Tennessee) and having been witness to the images on TV of a Rodney King being beaten up by policemen in the early 1990s, my mixed emotions are understandable, at least to me. I rejoiced, incredulously though, when Obama got elected President. This was something I believed was near impossible all through his campaign. I truly believed then that America had turned the corner on race relations and t...