I march with my feet for Trayvon Martin because people must see that violence like what happened to Trayvon Martin will not be accepted in our communities. I march with my words as I write letters to Sanford authorities like hundreds of others, putting pressure on law enforcement to fully investigate this case and pressure on the legislature to re-evaluate the laws that may tie the hands of justice in wake of this tragedy. I march because my soul cries out to the parent who has to bury her child because someone thought he looked suspicious or didn’t belong in a neighborhood that he/she worked hard to provide.
I march for Trayvon to teach the generations of young people watching me that organizing and harnessing the power of thousands CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
I march to cure the blindness that has continued to plague our country. Because African-Americans now have the right to vote, are not counted as 3/5 of a person, and have a Black President, people think the struggle for equality is over. I march to remove the rose-colored shades from the blind and reveal that we are NOT living in a post-racial society. We have come a long way. But we still have a mighty long way to go.