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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