He listed a single first in the air reminiscent of Tommie Smith and John Carlos in 68′. But this time it wasn’t a silent protest. He yelled at the top of his lungs…loud enough that the whole world could hear his pain…an echoing sound that brought true meaning to the words struggle, injustice, hope and anger. His strained vocal cords let out a resounding – BLACK ….. LIVES…. MATTER!!!!!!!!! And he meant it. He knew it. He wanted to believe it. But he is also a kid from East New York. And it’s not pretty there. People…the police…teachers.. everybody treats you different when I don’t have a nickle to your name. He has regular interaction with those paid to serve and protect but has never felt like they were protecting him or providing any type of service to his hood. The interactions…well…let’s just call them “…….while black” incidents. Like, walking home from school “while black” and being stopped and frisked…apparently he fit the description of someone they were looking for. Or the time when he was walking out of the corner store with groceries…again…stopped and frisked. Or when he was waiting for a cab or going to do laundry. You get the picture….. But today.. he is angry. He’s always been angry….and for good reasons…but today…he is letting it out. They are all letting it out. His voice will be heard. Their voices will be heard. Our voices will be heard. And maybe it will actually lead to action… maybe…..