By Eliacín
Last week my 7 yrs old daughter and I participated of the annual MLK march in Seattle. We got up early made some lunch, pack our bags and took the bus to Garfield High School, which is where the workshops, rally and the march starts. We walked several miles to downtown. Catie is a girl full of energy and questions. Part of our ritual of preparation to this event is to spend some days talking about the legacy of Dr. King, the civil rights movement and solidarity for freedom and liberation in the current time. However no matter how much we read and discuss, the part that make her realize the importance of these people, events and questions is when she find herself surrounded by the multicultural sea of people whom she is marching with.
Catie- “I do not call this the march.”
me – and why not?
C- “because to me the march is when people start singing and chanting.”
m – so it is not enough to walk?
C- “No. We gotta make noise so everybody know we are here.” “what do want? Justice! … when do we want it? Now!”
Catie marching enthusiastically.
Brother David and me – taken by Catie
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