The gravel road, oh the gravel road! In the stinging sun, my skin burned red like a stop sign, but I kept trucking through. The rocks we stepped on were mountains on the soles of my feet. Twenty one miles to Oxford, Mississippi and it ripped much out of me physically and mentally.
Next to the highway, I travel next to three friends but can not help to feel alone. Where is our movement at? Why is it where it is at? These are the questions I asked myself. If our communities in Memphis, Mississippi, the Texas crew, and a few others are helping and creating so much growth with few resources then imagine how much we as a movement could do with other organizations and people who have many more resources at hand? If we actually want to create a change only unity among us all can get us there, but I cannot help but remember the following saying I saw somewhere: May the Bridges I burn light the way for others! I cannot help to feel desperate and sad that those that I believed to back me up are doing so when the Walk Against Fear brings about the truth, what we all want to scream. We all wish to shout, “Because of the Racism that lies here in the United States I have had no chance at life! I am demanding my rights, now, and taking them as I speak!”
I do want to express that to take our rights as human beings it is not enough to give the Walkers a shout out on facebook and then go to “El Dia del Nino” event or go to dance right after. We need your help in other ways. We are not going on a stroll across the park; we are walking two hundred and fifty miles for our community to awaken and rise up. Please do not wait until one of the Walkers is shot or has a heat stroke to get involved. The racism is creaping and by the end of this sentence it is knocking at your door.
Con mucho Amor,
Walk Against Fear 2012