As I was watching this new generation take the reins of democracy, I felt a joy and a sadness. My joy came from knowing that this generation would be the one to help put an end to the senseless slaughter of our children and our families, by those who posses weapons of mass destruction and let loose the projectiles that tear thru our schools, neighborhoods, families and souls. Young people like Aalayah Eastmond and even younger Naomi Wadler spoke out in a sea of unfamilar faces, among classes divided and communities flung far, brown faces whose lives have been a constant battle ground, but who voices were not paid attention to. A young black boy who cried and begged for answers, about why his brother was taken by gun violence just a few blocks away from the Capitol, the very place they now gathered by the tens of thousands to unite and say “no more.” Yes, a tear came to my eye, and a broken smile, the face you make when you realize that the child is raising the village.
Eleven year old Naomi Wadler: “People have said that I’m too young to have these thoughts on my own…not true.”
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