I love it when my clients are out of town because this weekend I had business which brought me to Washington D.C..  It gives me a chance to change my surroundings, I get to see and do things that are different and brand new.  Just to be clear, I am a proud African American male, I was raised with friends that were white, black, asian, spanish, german, haitian, polish, rich and poor but none of that mattered to me, it was the quality of a persons character that my parents taught me to judge someone by. I am an advocate for peace and decided that I wanted to participate in this march. It was beautiful to see all of these people here in support of a legitimate cause and  I felt that it was my duty to be present and support this cause and had to provide a visual documentation of the events for future generations to reference. I was disappointed to find that upon arrival at the march route there were very few faces that resembled mine. I was in disbelief but also pleasantly surprised to find that our “allies” were majority white and primarily comprised of women. To be fair, there were a decent amount of “sistas” sprinkled throughout the crowd but there was one element that was missing….BLACK MALES! Our “allies” were holding hand made signs with the names of the black men and women whose lives were  unjustly taken, but I still felt the need to scan the crowd intensely to find masculine faces that resembled mine but ultimately I was unsuccessful.  I am proud to see my fellow humans supporting me, yes I said that correctly, supporting me, because it could easily be my name on one of those signs, it could easily be my mother mourning my death, it could easily be my family confused as to why I was killed, it could easily be my face on a t-shirt with the date of my birth and the date of my death. I say all of that to say, we all need to be present for marches or rallies that are in honor of our fallen humans, brothas or sistas, we just need to be present, we NEED to be present.  These pictures are from the march.