It must have seemed like the second coming. Thousands of Black people, dressed in white, strode down the streets of New York, right where the Trump building stands today. But something was different about this protest.
There were no bullhorns, no confrontation, and no shouting. There was no clapping, no singing, and no explanation. It was just us in a glorious procession, not uttering a single sound. What was this?
Throughout July 1917, our people were ambushed. Ultimately 200 Black men, women, and children were drowned, beaten, lynched, or burned - just for existing! The survivors, numbering in the thousands, fled their homes to escape the violence and arson. Then we made an important decision.
The country took notice, and people not only joined our cause, but also were inspired to raise their voices against racism! Now, over a century later we must continue to fight - because our power is indeed in our unity.