Papas World – we were asked “WHY”? I answered simply “WHY NOT”?

Yesterday at 3:00 we gathered in the parking lot – across from Giant –

In Ashburn, Va.

Along with a couple thousand other souls – a non violent protest

A march of a mile and one half to the historical first “COLORED SCHOOL”.

We had been outside in our driveway when Kori came rushing over.

Kori is African American and a neighbor of about two plus years.

She had seen the sign in front of the house and exclaimed “You’re Moving”?

We had the conversation – I oft times will be outside and we will chat.

She is a single mom with a daughter.

After we chatted for about ten minutes – she invited us to the march –

to be held Sunday – the 14th. of June.

And we told her we would make the effort –

but we were in the middle of packing and moving – but would try.

I am not much of a crowd person – even baseball and football games

make me feel closed in.

At a Nationals game I had to leave my seat – just to get into a space

I could breathe and not have that feeling.

But – we both feel strongly on the protest – peaceful marches.

Not the violence which hurts all.

Not the burning and looting – but humanity –

being looked upon as equal.

Seeing the injustice and abuse that goes on in the profiling

both of Hispanic and Black communities.

Through our eyes – through our souls and though our beliefs in God.

I observed my surroundings – taking it all in as I walked the roadway.

A couple thousand people – white – brown – black – Asian –

Mothers – fathers – daughters – sons – grandparents.

Children – teens – and people standing and clapping – holding signs

as we passed by.

My eyes did not see rudeness – violent people – guns – weapons

jeering – hatred – anti protesters – thugs – or far right or far left agitators.

I saw human kind – peacefully walking – carrying signs

And families bonding with strangers.

My eyes saw the inside looking out of a peaceful protest march.

My eyes saw no politics – only sincere people – seeking justice.

To – rectify inequality – to be human and treated as such.

Across all barriers – all skin color and all religions.

Can you imagine what I would of missed had I not gone?

Sherry is my guiding force – my rock and my soul –

for from that first thought placed by Kori – she was going.

Today I have a new perspective –

a new look on just what it means to be isolated and prejudged.

I stood in front of that school – the First “COLORED SCHOOL”

and thought – Just how far we have come – but not near enough.

When asked “WHY”?

My simple answer is “WHY NOT”?

And my “WHY” is here in this picture.

Yes – my son – BLACK LIVES MATTER!

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Papas World – I have a neighbor – his name is Dexter – a good dude.

I started to mow yesterday – and I have always mowed my two neighbors lawns.

To the right of the tree and light post – Dexter’s lawn

He came out and I shut the mower down.

I have know him for almost 14 years

He has been going through hard times the last three years.

You see – Dexter has Cancer – he is young – early 40’s.

He sometimes rides his bike on the same trails as we walk.

He told me Susie had told him we sold our house.

Susie lives between us and I mow her lawn also.

He said it is hard to believe that soon there will be

No more Sherry and Tom – to talk to.

He has gone through a bone marrow transplant.

He is in pain a lot of times now with his back.

He has not worked in three years and is on total disability.

We sometimes send food over – he does not have much and is on a limited income.

He has always watched our home when we are away –

carefully attending the Tower Gardens.

Even before he became ill and the Chemo has eaten away at him

We would talk on the front porch or stand and talk out front

He has our code to the garage door

when we are away he checks and makes sure everything is okay

I started doing that after we had gone away

and had a major water leak that destroyed

our first level wood floors – causing us to replace 800 some feet

because we could no longer match the thickness.

Dexter is my friend – trusted neighbor – we talk

we laugh – I help him out –

Dexter is African – American.

DEXTER IS MY NEIGHBOR & FRIEND

BLACK LIVES MATTER

Going to miss him.

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