Beautiful. Comfortable. Comforting. Those three words describe the sense of community I felt as we gathered within the pavilion at the park.
I missed the sign-making, free snacks, and masks, but was there for what mattered. The motivational speeches gave everyone hope for the future.
White, Latinx, queer, and all of the above, we gathered as one under the sole purpose of actually making America great; a promise of progress happening before our eyes.There was one person, in particular, that stuck out to me the most : Jamarion Robinson’s mother.
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