By Marc Littman
It wasn’t enough seeing the protestors on television. My teenage daughter, Kimberly, wanted to be part of the action, so we drove alongside the marchers at a safe distance from wary police.
“Stop! I want to get out and march. I want to share the pain and demand justice for all,” Kimberly demanded.
“But you’re not Black,” I tried to dissuade her. “What do you know of their pain?” She swung her door open. I stopped and helped Kimberly slide into her wheelchair then she waved me off in a sign of defiance as she pushed herself forward into the crowd.
Everyone should be such a determined ally!