|Took the light
rail down to Westlake Plaza for what was to be
a vigil for Alton
Sterling, but in the 24 hours
since the event was announced Philando
Castile was added to the long list of
killed by police.
I wore the wrong shoes for the rain, slipped
and slid on the glass-smooth pavers, took
across slick mall, an apt metaphor for a slow
dawning of awareness percolating to the
I expected silence and candles but it was
bullhorn speeches till the crowd took to the streets.
It had been a long time since I marched and at
first I was too choked up to chant, literally
couldn't get the words out, overcome by
conflicting emotions of grief and hope. I
my voice and merged it with the chorus. It's
going to take a little from all of us.
A lot from a few isn't enough. That's what's
meant by a leaderfull movement.