5. I felt connected: Before the protest around the Nation's captial, we took the time to introduce ourselves. We all came from different walks of life - Yet we all shared similar hurt, anger, fears. We were united around a major issue and believed in the power of standing in solidarity against the injustice that is running rapid in this country. It was a beautiful feeling.
4. I felt gratitude. As we neared the White House, a gentleman joined in with our chants of Justice for Trayvon. Here was a man, who could if he so chose to do so, simply observe us ranting, perhaps take a picture, and walk away "standing tall" with all of his privilege. Instead he threw himself wholly into the group, leading chants and holding protesting signs. It reminded me of so many others that I know who stood their ground on this issue, even at the risk of discovering they have friends/family/coworkers who don't share the same values. I appreciate you all.
3. I was vulnerable. I was asked to interview about why I was there protesting and my views on the stand your ground law. In no way did I predict I'd be pulled aside as I prepared to attend this event. And as passionate as I am -- there was no way I was going to pass this opportunity up. I can only hope that what I had to say was coherent and I clearly conveyed my concerns. Being vulnerable in the way is scary but sometimes it is very necessary.
2. I felt pride! A friend and I stepped aside to quench our thirst. While chatting, a gentleman approached us. He informed us that he gathers historical artifacts and asked could he collect our protest signs for the National Museum of African American history and Culture that opens in 2015. We didnt believe him! Sure enough he is a Senior Curator for the Smithsonian. He explained the process and we gladly gave away our signs. They may never be immortalized and on display in this museum-- and I surely will visit in hopes to see that it was---But even if not, it was a reminder that we are a part of history. How cool is that!?
1. I was deeply saddened when I saw a mother and her son, maybe 2 years old join our rally circle. He was the cutest little boy chanting along with us. He looked back with so much joy and smiled at me. And I looked at him, hoping that he could hear my heart cry out "THIS IS FOR YOU". And I completely broke down. Here was a little Black boy who has no idea what the world has in store for him. He had no idea that we were protesting so that children like him can live their lives without fear. It was a powerful moment. He may never remember- and I surely hope that one day his mother tells him- but I doubt I'll ever forget.
~BreAnna
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