For most of my adult life, I have been struggling with a fear that was only recently expressed. In the midst of this anger, the violence, the fear, the outrage, it all boils down to a single fact. I am afraid of being remembered.

When I was 14 years old, I sat in an aggressively themed Mongolian Barbeque restaurant on a family trip to Colorado and watched as George Zimmerman was acquitted for the murder of Trayvon Martin. My parents were out with friends of friends and my head was glued to the large square television above us, the muted sound doing nothing to soften the words that rolled off the chiron and landed smack dab in the middle of our table.

They all prayed that night, heads similarly bowed but words clearly asking the same God for different things. They prayed for calm…

Zoe Christen Jones

Zoe Christen is a Gen-Z Freelance Culture & Film Journalist that focuses on the intersection of culture and politics. Her work is featured in Newsweek and R29

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