I could come up with excuses, could state that I am still not feeling well, had too much going on… or whatever. What my real reason was that I was not sure 'my heart was in it’….
I know, I know, we all have to do things we don’t ‘feel' like doing, but hear me out.
I know some amazing people who participate in the MLK marches to encourage, educate, promote justice.. and I love to walk with them, talk with them, learn from them.
But I sometimes feel that these ‘special days’ are often an inoculation against ongoing injustices. It is easy to go and spend 4 hours at a march and sit in comfort and watch amazing speeches and see beautiful dances, maybe even get a good photoshoot in, but it is another thing to keep the issues going. To keep educating ourselves, to keep addressing the issues of injustice, to keep having difficult conversations.
Last week I was with some ‘non-white’ friends, and we had to go through airport security…. I walked through it with no questions asked, and nobody looked at me twice, nobody questioned my luggage, my attitude, my travel destination.
Not so with my friends…. each one of them searched, each one of them! Each one of them treated as ' less than.’ Yes! That happened last week!!!!
We are a long way away from where Dr. King wanted to us be, a long way away from justice for all.
So, I did not go to the MLK, because I needed to stay in the space by myself, had to think through what I am willing to do for justice, what was I willing to give up to ensure that others have an opportunity at the table?
Yes, I know, some will think this is the lamest excuse they have heard, but for me, it is a statement, a statement that I will continue to try to make a dent in the fight for justice.
“There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe nor politically popular, but he must take it because his conscience tells him it is right.”
“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenges and controversy.”