I remember the day George Zimmerman was acquitted very vividly. I spent the week leading to the verdict watching the trial in dismay, mourning Trayvon’s death, and hopefully expecting the change America had been promising me. And then, the fear of an adult white man was worth more than a black boy’s life. There was not much that could console me, because all the deepest fears about the world I lived in were confirmed. I buried my grief concerning racial injustice under the Cross. I acknowledged that what I needed, the hope I had in America, had to be redirected to the Savior.
The Zimmerman trial were years before I would give birth to my son...years before I would march down Cottage Grove with #MamasoftheMovement. But, the brokenness that I experienced from the Zimmerman trial is still very real to me. It changed how I approached justice. I vowed to do more than hashtag. I vowed to create real change. I vowed to be the change. Today, I am the wife to a Black man. He and I are raising two black children. I am the CEO of the first collaborative space for Black Christian female professionals. And although all those things have changed, I still find myself at the Cross burying my grief. But, this time is different. This time, you are here with me. I hope to create a gathering at the feet of the Savior that allows us to fight injustice through prayer. This time I know my grief is a shared experience. This time I have a platform and a responsibility.
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