This is not a political blog. And I, though many things, am not a politician.
But some circumstances prove impossible to sit back and simply watch silently, helplessly, as things unravel.…and so, here’s one account of what it was like being in the nation’s capital as it was declared that a grand jury found no reason to indict Darren Wilson.
Upon walking into my building I caught wind that Fox News (yuck!) was arriving at Howard to film students while the verdict was announced (whether this happened or not, who knows? I immediately went in the opposite direction). I heard sirens blaring from the local eatery “club McDonald’s” as the blue and whites arrived to man their posts, all before a decision was released. My phone lit up with group chat notifications: “Meet here!” “Protest starting there”, “Black out your Instagram photo now”.
And I saw it all happening again.
The same uproar that ensued when our community heard of the initial shooting of Michael Brown, or even back when we were informed of Trayvon Martin
‘s assassination. The exact same buzz began to emanate amongst my peers and the Black community at large and I found myself…growing angry. Why?