The March I Want to See
I took a walk on the beach yesterday. I saw Asians,
Blacks, Latinos and Whites. I saw mixed-race families. I saw young faces and
old faces; some covered by masks but many were not.
I even saw the police on the pier. They were looking out at
the water. I asked what was going on. They said that they heard teens were climbing
the cat-walk. They didn’t say Asian teens, Black kids, Latino youth or White
children. I’d been there at least twenty minutes and had not seen anyone on the
cat-walk.
The people I saw on my stroll were not arguing. They were
not throwing things or shouting. They were walking, just like me. They were
living their lives like we all should. This is the march I want to see – not just
for today, or this month but for always. We are all God’s children. Let’s walk
together.
