This peaceful protest, which included a march from the Center for Civil & Human Rights to the Liberty Plaza at the Georgia state capitol, was a time for people of all kinds to come out, look beyond their differences, and make their voices heard about various human rights.
I was supposed to be a fly on the wall
Just an unbiased observer
But when the chants turn gospels
And the streets of Atlanta turn to holy
You must become congregation…
Protesters’ signs shouted what it seemed they could not say enough times. These were the messages they plastered onto cardboard boxes and poster board so the world would see what they meant — so the world could see how much they meant it.
Women of all ages brought their daughters to Saturday’s March for Women and Social Justice in downtown Atlanta to educate and inspire them.
The day had arrived to go back to school
Freezing winds were nippy and cruel
All of a sudden as if a switch had flipped on
The birds in the forest were no longer gone
I attended the Atlanta March for Social Justice & Women Saturday with my mother and a few people who go to my mosque. President Trump, this is what democracy looks like.
Today I had the pleasure of attending one of the most uplifting events I’ve ever been to in my life. This was the Atlanta March for Social Justice & Women.
I like to compare Obama’s presidency with how my mom takes care of me and my siblings. Theoretically, the rest of the nation would be my siblings. Obama nurtured and looked after America, just as my mom nurtures and looks after me.
I curated a Spotify playlist of 30 songs, ranging from “Alone Again” by Gilbert O’Sullivan, to “Tha Crossroads” by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, all to celebrate one of the coolest presidents ever.
The construction of the Dakota Access Pipeline struck a fiery chord in the hearts of Native Americans across the country.