Thoughts after the protest at the Honolulu Lighting of the christmas tree and procession of lights. I am not an American. We carried our placards and chanted, yet we did not stay for the die in, my daughter seven tired and and bewildered called that shot and we left. My 13 yr old carried his placard of no justice no peace high and proud, he knew that even though he was in Hawaii, a supposedly post racial mythical state, and acutely aware that it could be him next time. Our strength in unity, even though we were small in number compared to the revelers, who lined the streets awaiting the xmas cheer, lights and fun, were on the whole sympathetic if not empathetic as to why we were on the streets in this moment of unity and were on the whole a reflection of the Americans I knew. Then there were those whose stretched and tortured faces tightened as they launched their water on us or their pissed off attitudes of the niggers and their lovers on the street inv,ading their festival steadfast in their errant notion of family values and were none to shy to vocalize their racist filth. Yet we marched, peacefully, dignified and respectfully. I with my 7 year old daughters hand in in one hand and my placard in another, my 10 and 13 yr old boys by my side. Black lives matter was the call yet I hardly chanted, words lost their meaning as we moved through the crowds. I was about to react to one man whose mouth was a sewer but was beat to punch, by a King of a white man, Who repeated in the face of the racially ignorant and privileged white man. No justice no peace We left. My children and I There is a long way to go and through solidarity our voices will be heard and our lives valued. More later
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 13:29:13 +0000
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