At the March For Our Lives rally in Parkland, Florida, yesterday, we heard from the kids who are leading us out of this mess.
I had never heard of Parkland until seventeen people were murdered at their high school last month. It's an affluent, Coral Gables-like community fifty miles north of us. It rose up out of what was a swamp (what place in South Florida didn't?) thirty years ago. I was glad to be in Parkland yesterday but I will probably never return to this bucolic piece of suburbia on the edge of the Everglades.
There were a few politicians in the crowd. They were there to listen.
Fifteen thousand of us listened to MSD students describe the safe world they want to live in. As the rally ended the Stoneman Douglas students filed out proudly holding signs they had made to lead the march. It felt good to cheer them on. It was hard to imagine the horror they had witnessed 39 days earlier.
The procession took us a mile south, to the memorial-laced MSD high school, and back.
We were protected by dozens of Broward county police officers and a good number of Guardian Angels.
Students led the way with constant chants, "Hey hey, ho ho, the NRA has got to go!" and "You're in Congress you know how, Ban assault weapons now!".
It was a
When we got back to Coconut Grove eight hours after we left, we proudly watched the 800,000 that had rallied in our nation's capital, on TV.
These kids give us hope, a determined voice we adults have been unable to muster.
Perhaps what the Book of Isaiah says is true, "...And a little child shall lead them".
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