There Is Hope Again - A White Man's Experience At Millions March LA

There is hope again.

On Saturday, I felt an indescribable power as I marched along side five thousand others during the Millions March LA.  We were marching in peaceful protest of the many recent instances of police brutality across the country.  If you are not familiar with these issues, just google the Eric Garner case as an example.  It is truly sad.

Any way, the whole experience was so powerful.  I felt as if I was transported back fifty years, and in a way, I was.  This cause is just as relevant today as it was then, even if many reject and ignore it.  It is undeniable how much bias and racism exists in our modern world today.  Even scarier are the extreme cases of it within various police departments across the country. 

Needless to say, I felt honored to march through Hollywood, singing and chanting for equality and justice.  Honored.  An amazing feeling.

Many people within the crowd had been discriminated against, profiled or slurred at, or just plain treated like garbage.  And yet, there was nothing but peace and hope vibrating through the mass of people.  I found myself in awe and inspired at the same time.  I asked myself "how is it that there is hope in times like these?"  

You see, I am just a white guy.  I can't say that I have ever experienced any racism towards myself my whole life.  In fact, had I not met and fell in love with a beautiful black woman seven years ago, I probably still would be ignorant of racism all together.  I mean if you don't see it it must not exist, right?  That is how it is for many.  Well, since being in an interracial relationship, I have witnessed racial profiling first-hand and have even been called n*gger lover several times.  I know racism exists because now I have experienced it.  So this racist shit is kind of a big deal to me.  And experiencing it first-hand is really quite different than reading about it in a book or watching it in a film. 

The truth is:

It tries one's patience.  In the moments following a racial slur, you can't help but want to kick the living shit out of the person who said it.

It makes one lose faith in humanity.  Just look at the evil things humans can say and do.  The evil is overwhelming.

It makes one lose hope, period.  In my very limited experience, it has made me bitter.  And I admit, I have lost hope.  I can't even fathom how black people deal with this crap on a daily basis.

However, in this Millions March, there was abundant HOPE.  I was surrounded 360 degrees by it.  Like a warm blanket, so many like-minded beautiful people, of all colors, just standing together as HUMAN.  This march gave me hope again! 

People cheered us on, car horns beeped and hundreds more joined from their homes as we walked through the streets.  It really hit me when a police officer posed for a picture with us that we are the majority, not the minority.  And we are growing.  The more people that speak up and demand equality and justice, the stronger this movement becomes. 

And you can't kill this movement.  There are far too many good people who believe in equality, regardless of race,  and you simply can't kill us all.

So there is hope again. 

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