I remember that one day when my whole city got together as one. Black, white, pastors, youth, elderly, and disabled. We marched for greatness, we marched for justice, we marched for love, we marched for peace. We made history, and the entire world showed us love. We proved so many non-believers wrong. Lets not stop here though. This is just the beginning. ShowLoveShareLove.
What a fucking weekend.
This is my incredible coworker Adrian and the amazing Miya Bailey who we met this weekend during a photoshoot. My coworkers went up a ladder onto a roof, a couple minutes later they run down and I see a man with a huge gun. I was scared shitless. Once he realized we were artists he invited us up, we realized who he was, and we took photos and chilled. He tells the story above, on his instagram.
Everything happens for a reason.
Day 7. Its been a week since Mike Browns passing. Still no justice but today we united in a prayer walk. Hundreds of protesters came out and represented well. Another peaceful march starting from Canfield.
I personally don’t know how to feel right now. I do know the people of Ferguson are tired and ready for justice. I hope the rest of the world who is watching, reading, or even here protesting with us is ready for better days.