I saw some beautiful sights when I joined Citizens For Positive Reform to march through the City of Homes hoping for a world where children are not traumatized, forced to fear the police, because they see their father beaten for daring to ask, "why you need to see my ID, I'm not driving?" Everyone deserves basic human rights--- even the accused.
These sights reminded me of why I march.
I march for the young 16, 17, 18-year-old men who walked with us. They walk into a situation, and some may immediately see trouble. (I know that I have been guilty of my own prejudiced thought towards others because none of us are perfect).
I march for these young men- dealing with prejudice as they walk -- young men who have spent years being a part of Elite Youth Organization and making a difference in their communities-- setting an example for all of us to follow.
I saw people of more European descent living in homes built from the wealth created on the backs of free or unfairly paid labor. These people came out onto their balcony and cheer us.
Those houses that have seen hatred within their walls will experience a new future. A new, redeeming Spirit of Love and Brotherhood now lives within those walls--- and my eyes are grateful to see such sights.
On the edge of Rocky Hill, a neighborhood as ancient and venerable as any of the six historical districts that dot our fair city (but sits with no recognition because people are still fighting for their very existence to Matter)-- I saw an elder, who has lived long to once not be allowed to eat where The Mad Mexican sits now and old enough to witness the battles here in Newnan over school desegregation. She films the future as it moves past her.
I march to do my small part to carry on Dr. King's dream of a country, a beloved community, that lives up to it's finest ideals enshrined in the Declaration of Independence and The Constitution.
I march to do my small part to carry on that torch carried generation after generation since our founding--turning those immortal words, written in an imperfect and transitory world, into truth---- into the way it is... not the way it's supposed to be.
We carry that torch together, and if we let our light dim, the light of liberty will dim with it, and the very idea of America dies.
We all have one life to live... we might as well use it doing our small part to create a more perfect union like those before did for us.
It is literally our number one job as Americans.