(Reprint)
…I was involved in a car accident once, rolled the car three times off the road and into a patch of jungle in Panama. There was broken glass rolling around inside the car with me and sliced up my arm pretty good. (I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt) I was happy that I was alive and able to walk away with minor injuries, so the cuts on my arm seemed minimal.
Months went by and that arm was always hurting, a year went by and that arm was still hurting. About a year and a half later, the arm was hurting and I began rubbing the spot where the scar was, the rubbing turned to picking at the scar…and I felt something just under the scar. With a little bit of pressure I squeezed and I saw something starting to poke through the skin…I’ll spare you the details, but turns out there was shards of glass still embedded in my arm the entire time. After it was removed the arm healed and didn’t bother me anymore.
I said all of that to say, in a social capacity…metaphorically speaking my arm has been hurting since Trayvon…and the shards of glass are still stuck in there while America argues about how to pull it out
“For Trayvon” from the Series “We The People” by artist Howard Barry aka @hbcreative