I was seventeen when I met a Sudanese person for the first time. She had come to LSS to enroll in the matching grant program I was working on so that she could save up for an education (or perhaps it was a car or a computer; I don't remember). I do remember being struck by how uniquely beautiful she was. Tall, beautifully dark, high cheekbones, sloping eyelids, enormous smile. She turned heads simply by existing in a room with other people. After this woman, I met several former Lost Boys who settled in Jacksonville. I still have no idea if it's racist to maintain that a majority of Sudanese people are extraordinarily beautiful, but it's what I've observed.
I have marched on the Capitol twice in as many years. The first time, it was because the government is doing too much to harm human beings. The second time, it was because the government isn't doing enough to prevent harm to human beings. This is two too many times to have to make the trip.
On the plus side, this march was the first large-scale American protest against genocide. Ever.
Plus side my [insert body part]. I mean, good Lord. How many genocides have there been during the last century? And this is the first time we've stood up and spoken out loud, together?
Please sign the
Million Voices Postcard Campaign, if you haven't already. It's one little step, but as human beings it's our responsibility to let it be known that we won't stand for people being slaughtered because their skin is the wrong color.