I may be the most hard-headed and disobedient patient ever, but I couldn’t allow myself to miss the important moments that happened last night.
I broke bed rest (again) for yesterday’s interfaith service at the Chaifetz and was so moved by the #youthtakeover that happened during and after it. It was powerful to experience #thisiswhatdemocracylookslike as clergy and leaders—especially Rev. Traci Blackmon and Dr. Cornell West—changed the program after shouters demanded them to include more young people’s voices.
And then against all sense of my own sanity and self-care, we joined with hundreds of young people into the Shaw community in a peaceful moment of reverence and reflection with Vonderitt Myers’ parents, only to then march to The Grove and SLU/midtown areas for some much needed youth-inspired#occupyslu gathering. #Theythinkitsagame #Theythinkitsajoke was chanted as people played Twister, hopscotch, double dutch, and other games in the intersection of Boyle and Manchester. We landed at SLU and called students “out of the dorms and into the streets” and took ownership of the movement that is upon us.
On Friday, I had to have blood pumped into my body to give me physical energy, and despite the health risk that participating last night has caused me, those moments pumped energy into my soul.
Today, I awake mid-afternoon with no doubt in my mind that every health risk taken yesterday was worth it. And I promise to return to bed rest, take it easy all week, and recover more fully, but this is the cause I’m willing to take real chances for.