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Our nation has a gaping ache — and we don’t even know it. It’s not unlike someone who goes to the doctor with mild complaints, only to be diagnosed with terminal cancer and dead in a few months. Though our nation will be chugging along a few months from now, we will not allow ourselves to be altered by the death of the nine martyrs in Mother Emanuel Church in Charleston, S.C. We want to say we will — but we won’t.
Twenty children and six adults were annihilated with gunfire in Newtown, Conn. — and very few laws changed. A few miles from Newtown on the day after the massacre in Charleston, Rev. Anthony Bennett preached the funeral sermon for Savonie McNeil, a father of six children who worked hard at his job for years. Nine people were shot a week prior in their town of Bridgeport, Conn. — and Mr. McNeil died.
But in the midst of these horrific deaths, there are times in our nation where people are killed for no other reason than the color of their skin. Trayvon Martin’s mother Sybrina Fulton names this quite simply when she speaks to students: “I can change these boots. I can change these jeans. I can change this top. I cannot change the color of my skin.”
