Tuesday night, the main action of the protest was in our neighborhood. There were helicopters in the air and large groups of police all over. As far as we could tell, the only thing the protestors had done wrong was stay out past the time the city had decided they were allowed to protest. Most of the large groups seemed to walk to locations, then lie down or kneel together to be arrested en masse.
Early in the evening, we saw protestors at various points walking or running down the street. We offered them a place to stay if they needed refuge. They waved, gave thumbs ups and thanked us and let us know they were okay. Then, later that night, we saw a group of five climbing over a wall and fence and coming through our neighbors' backyard. They were multi-gendered, multi-racial and they were all so young. We were moved by how calm, collected and kind they were. Each one in their own way said thank you, they appreciated us, "bless you," but that they were okay.
There were helicopters circling around with spotlights searching for them. They were not panicking. It was obvious that they knew what they were doing, knew the consequences of what they were doing and believed enough in the movement to accept those consequences.
So many people were so unsure of what this next generation would be like. They were afraid they'd be selfish, inconsiderate, so caught up in technology that they didn't know what was going on in real life. But, the thing that gives me the most hope right now is these beautiful kids. They know exactly what's going on. They care greatly. And they don't want any more empty promises.
Ruth and I are heading out to march. But, I just wanted to say that the kids are more than alright and they are demanding that our country make things right.
#blacklivesmatter
Early in the evening, we saw protestors at various points walking or running down the street. We offered them a place to stay if they needed refuge. They waved, gave thumbs ups and thanked us and let us know they were okay. Then, later that night, we saw a group of five climbing over a wall and fence and coming through our neighbors' backyard. They were multi-gendered, multi-racial and they were all so young. We were moved by how calm, collected and kind they were. Each one in their own way said thank you, they appreciated us, "bless you," but that they were okay.
There were helicopters circling around with spotlights searching for them. They were not panicking. It was obvious that they knew what they were doing, knew the consequences of what they were doing and believed enough in the movement to accept those consequences.
So many people were so unsure of what this next generation would be like. They were afraid they'd be selfish, inconsiderate, so caught up in technology that they didn't know what was going on in real life. But, the thing that gives me the most hope right now is these beautiful kids. They know exactly what's going on. They care greatly. And they don't want any more empty promises.
Ruth and I are heading out to march. But, I just wanted to say that the kids are more than alright and they are demanding that our country make things right.
#blacklivesmatter
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