The Loudest Silence
I can't identify my feelings. Why am I always aching to identify? To classify? To understand? To define? Recently, chaos has erupted in a more vivid light. Injustice has taken the ropes and we are left baffled by the corruption. What is it? Racism? Classism? Police brutality? A corrupt political system? Power system? Capitalism? Sexism? Everywhere. Ferguson, Baltimore... this is just the start. Catatonic creatures seeking justice, equality. "We are a culture that refuses to dance," - woman on the dance floor. "Yo, let's dance!" - I'm probing. Will we make changes? Can we rise up? Take the reigns? I feel lost, unsure of my place within the unrest, injustice, anger. Rekia Boyd was shot by a police officer in Chicago in 2012, and the officer was acquitted of the manslaughter of this unarmed woman. On the day that the hearing was released, about a dozen women were gathered at 30th Street Station. As I pulled up to the light, I was stopped by th