“Are my brothers and dad next?” I questioned myself. July 7th, in the heart of Atlanta, Georgia, I walked for miles alongside my fellow brothers and sisters to fight for our rights of justice and freedom. Trayvon Martin and Philando Castile are just two victims of the many police brutalities that has happened in the United States. I live in a place where humans of color are still struggling to find equality. Attending the #BlackLivesMatters protest gave me a new understanding of myself and my people. “No justice, no peace,” I yelled in unison with the crowd. I look to my left and traffic is stopping for us to go through. We were almost at our destination, the National Center for Human Rights. When we arrived the #BlackLivesMatters leaders greeted us with words of encouragement. They briefly talked
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Protesting is something that I would see while scrolling through my twitter feed or stumble across while flipping through the channels. I never imagined myself in one. It is exasperating that hundreds of years past and African Americans are still continuously being targeted for the melanin they have been blessed with. This sparked an understanding that through the many wrongs black people encounter, they still stand against it in a powerful manner. The black community wants reassurance and protection back in their lives. We need to feel we truly matter.
I found a personal growth from this event. I realized that my melanin friends and I all deserve the power to act, speak, or think how we want without being discriminated against. Coming to this gathering, along with the thousands of other people, might have just sparked a rebuilding and reforming of our community. Lastly, I want to become a more active activist and will be attending more #blacklivesmatter movements to better myself and other black
Protesting is something that I would see while scrolling through my twitter feed or stumble across while flipping through the channels. I never imagined myself in one. It is exasperating that hundreds of years past and African Americans are still continuously being targeted for the melanin they have been blessed with. This sparked an understanding that through the many wrongs black people encounter, they still stand against it in a powerful manner. The black community wants reassurance and protection back in their lives. We need to feel we truly matter.
I found a personal growth from this event. I realized that my melanin friends and I all deserve the power to act, speak, or think how we want without being discriminated against. Coming to this gathering, along with the thousands of other people, might have just sparked a rebuilding and reforming of our community. Lastly, I want to become a more active activist and will be attending more #blacklivesmatter movements to better myself and other black