I was enjoying a theatre production with one of my good friends. During intermission, we joined other excited theatre-goers eager to stretch their legs yet excited to finish the rest of the show. It was an exciting night. Directors, writers, actors, and singers from the elite black theatre scene in Chicago unexpectedly ran into each other and the instagramming began. We wanted to remember that night. We shared our previous successes, congratulated one another, networked, and spoke of future projects. That night we felt alive, talented, beautiful, and bright. I felt alive talented beautiful and bright.
“Ok now take a picture with my phone…”
“Oh oh let’s take a picture with my phone…”
And then the verdict came in.
Ever since then I’ve felt defeated, hurt, stained, and dim. Then I got angry. Then I believed in the power of change and became hopeful. This is a fight we cannot sit out.
“We have to do something,” my colleague said over and over. “We have to do something.”
We are not sure yet, but we are doing something. Our network is too strong and our hearts are too heavy to return back to life as usual. We just gave killing our kids the green light.
I am uncomfortable with anybody who is NOT uncomfortable with this form of injustice.
Remember those “for colored only signs” OUR PARENTS, not the enslaved africans of the 19th century, but OUR PARENTS has to adhere to? What if someone said “It’s just a water fountain. There’s nothing you can do. I don’t know why you’re surprised”
Remember that whole right to vote thing? What if someone said “There’s nothing we can do?”
Remember that whole “hang a black man by his neck thing?” What if someone said, “I don’t see why y’all mad?”
The trending topic will fade. The next big story will happen. Some have already moved on to Justin’s latest single but I will not stop seeking #JusticeForTrayvonMartin
Stand Your Ground – My poem for Trayvon