I walked with my friend Kenza and her little sister, Jade.
Both are young enough to be my daughters.
I stood for Leonard Wells, my Mom's husband and one of my best friends, My Buddy.
I watched as people of all ages mixed and chanted.
"No Justice, No Peace!"
At one point I cried. After taking a knee.
But this isn't about me, it is about us all.
To feel us united, all over the world.
There was a lot of blatant racism in my Dad's side of the family.
When I was 15, I punched him in the chest when he pushed me too far.
I am the end of this particular line of the family.
And I am proud to be able to say, "This stops with me."
It may only be the beginning, but it is a start.
This is living history.
Black Lives Matter.
On the way home, I counted 13 police vans in front of the Sous-Prefecture.
We can march, educate, donate, sign and vote.
Every voice counts.
And each silence does too.
"The change begins within me, the change begins within you."
With much Love and Gratitude from Provence,