I want to believe that the city of Dallas is mourning with me. Crying with me. But they’re not. At least not where I am right now.
This morning I woke up to news that we lost one of the members of the David W. Carter Class of 2017. He was shot. And killed. On his graduation day. He won’t use his football scholarship. His life – his beautiful life – is tragically over far too soon.
My heart is breaking. My head is screaming. And yet, all I can do is cry.
There’s no chance to “pay his mom back in 4 more years” as he posted a mere 3 weeks ago on twitter.
It’s not just the shooting that stokes a fire within me though.
It’s his friends.
The one who say, “This city is getting crazy, we have to get out of here ASAP.”
The ones who say, “All he ever talked about was trying to move his mama out of the hood.”
The ones who say, “Another Dallas football player shot and killed.”
The ones who say, “Lord, I ask for you to watch over me and my loved ones and my brothers while we try to fulfill our dreams.”
Their fear reminds me of the fear I felt for them last July.
That I had to get them out of here as fast as I could, but I couldn’t.
That I couldn’t save them fast enough.
This is why I’m crazy.
This is why I want to change the world.
Because there are people in my community who are counting on it. Because they have dreams like I did – but because of the zip code they were born into – it’s much, much, much harder for the to reach them.
This is what inequity looks like.
To our David W. Carter High School Class of 2017, you are in my thoughts and prayers.
I will continue to fight for you.
All of you.