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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