Gung Hey Fat Choy. Or so it’s spelled. This, my friend, means “Happy Chinese New Year.”
I know we’re not in China. I know it’s not New Year’s. But I do know that 2013 was the year…the year of unequal distributions of success and failure.
Equal rights were brought to the highest court. DOMA was repealed. Prop 8, bye bye. Equality for all?
What about Trayvon?
“I am Trayvon,” but I am neither African American nor own a hoodie. And no one follows me when I check out groceries from your local Sam’s Club.
If you look at the statistics, the people who are satisfied with the Zimmerman ruling and the people who are dissatisfied with it are widely categorized by race.
Not to say we’re still in the Civil War era or antebellum or fire’s brewing, but shouldn’t more people walk in the shoes of Trayvon, just for a minute, and think that could have been them?
So here we have 2013, a year of good and a year of bad. A year of Wendy Davis and a year of Rick Perry. A year of pride parades and a year of Ohio. A year of Trayvon…and a year of the Voting Rights Act. Wait, let me change that–a year of Trayvon and a year of Trayvon.
2013 marks a historic year in equality, in some cases. But we’ve got a long way to go.