As I sit in a darkened bus traveling 65 mph somewhere in southern New York I can only liken this experience to what must have been experienced at the Million Man March of 1995. The millions of Americans that are at this very minute making their pilgrimage to our great capital just as I am doing has something almost unifying about it. Just as African-American men drove together in busses and vans and travelled the sometimes thousands of miles to gather on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, standing on the same hallowed ground that the great Dr. King had stood on 30 years earlier, there again is that pilgrimage today of souls seeking change. The crowd today though won't be full of solely one race or gender, but instead it will be a sea of black, white, yellow, and red males, females, and everything else in between. It is a great day for the African-American community but it is a greater day for the idea of equality. So as we near our nation's capital and I join the influx of millions that have put aside their differences in culture, customs, and ideas and join today as Americans I will sit quietly reflecting on what I will soon experience with nothing to interrupt my thoughts except for the quiet symphony of a dozen college headphones and the gentle lull of tires traveling at 65 mph somewhere in southern New York.
Au revoir et salut,
Justin
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