If you are equally as pissed off about the Ferguson verdict regarding Mike Brown’s death, there will be a peaceful protest held at State & Jackson this morning at 7 am.

People ask me what I do for a living. As a field manager at the  largest civil rights group in the country, I simply respond with, “I’m an activist.” People ask me what I do in my spare time. I also respond with, “I’m an activist.” 

It’s one thing to voice your concern on social media, but it’s a whole different ball game when you actually have the opportunity to make your hashtags come to life. Come stand in solidarity. BE the change you want to see.

LONG POST AHEAD: I felt like I should take some time to inform you all about the protests in response to the lack of indictment of Darren Wilson, here in Chicago. I want to give you all the truth so that no conservative, backwash news sources contort the state of the protests (thus far.) At 6:30, me, my girlfriend, and my roommate climbed into an Uber cab with my sign reading “We Will Not Witness Another Genocide, Indigenous Solidarity With Mike Brown.” Our driver, Maurice, talked with us about the protest on the way over, asking for us to raise our hands for him. When we got to our location, the Chicago Police Department HQ, there was nearly 200 people, all peaceful and organized around a memorial for all those slain by the Chicago Police Department which included lights, coffins on strings, and stuffed animals. Speakers came and went, and Starbucks provided hot chocolate and tea. At around 7:50, we received news that there was no indictment, despite no official news source posting this. However, we had 4.5 minutes of silence for Mike Brown before gathering around a loud speaker that was broadcasting Missouri Governor Nixon’s official report. After hearing the official news, there was despair, sadness, and anger. We peacefully took to the streets, flanked by Chicago’s Police Department, with their lights constantly on and sirens occasionally blaring. In our walk, we covered over 6 miles which included shutting down both sides of Lakeshore Drive, you know, one of the main highways into Chicago. We continued into the heart of the city, with the amount of protestors rising along with the number of police. They came with bikes, horses, and at one point, riot gear. A lot of the police officers were laughing, some looked scared, one spit at us, and I was even hit by a police officer’s bike as he was trying to block our path. We stayed together, chanting “love and protect eachother” when police tried to obstruct our group. The police chief is calling us “leaderless” and “not obeying orders,” while we remained peaceful and organized for the entirety. This was a group of over 400 individuals (by the end) of all races, ages, classes, and backgrounds and I’ve never felt more safe in a group of people. We kept things tight, logical, and sincere. No justice, no peace. (I certainly wouldn’t mind if you reblogged this post.)