I wanted our family to take part in some of the Trayvon Martin rallies in downtown Chicago. I thought it would be a good chance to be a part of combating an issue that some in America aren’t brave enough to admit exists.
But with rain clouds above and a small one with the sniffles, I scrapped our plans and decided to honor the slain 17-year-old suburban style: We had a Hoodie March to the park. And I use the term “march” loosely, as it was the four of us, including the one who’s still a little new to walking.
Ethan’s excited to get a head start on our outing. I love how happy they both become over the smallest things. Part of my heart breaks a little when I think of the racism they’ll likely encounter. I would like to tell myself that racism will be eradicated by then, but I know better. All I can do is give them the tools to deal with it while loving mankind. They are Trayvon Martin.