On August 28, 2013 I marched on Washington. Fifty years after Martin Luther King, Jr. and 250,000 people marched for jobs and freedom. It was a wonderful, exhilarating, overwhelming, tearful, joyful, celebratory, miraculous, unifying and peaceful experience. I marched with some of the brave souls who marched in 1963, Blacks, Whites, Latinos, children and young adults, elderly, disabled, Christians and Muslims all marching for justice, jobs and peace. The people were united in their hearts to see a change in the way America treats the marginalized. The energy was palpable. The heat, the humidity, not even the rain could turn us around. We were determined as they were fifty years ago to reach our end goal and to reach it together. One of the highlights of the march for me was when they observed a moment of silence for those who had been there in 1963, and were no longer with us. I bowed my head and thought of my aunt Hellyne and how much she would have loved to be here today. Well, she was definitely with me in spirit. Uh oh, I can’t even type this without getting teary eyed. That is what the good part of this day was like. Goodbye D.C. Thanks for the wonderful March on Washington 2013 memories.
Sep 03, 2013 @ 15:15:57
Thank you for sharing your trip with us, Auntie Shawn! I love seeing the pictures, and reading your reflections. ” It was a wonderful, exhilarating, overwhelming, tearful, joyful, celebratory, miraculous, unifying and peaceful experience.” Wow! Love you. – Chrissie