The coastal beaches of Honduras are home to the Garifuna, a migrant Afro-indigenous people, residing mostly in Central America.

One of our delegates asked: How do you see yourselves in Honduras?

“We are humiliated, pained, rejected. They use us for sports, for our culture, but we have no rights here.”

–Armando, leader of a Garifuna community in Barre Viaje, describing life as undocumented, stateless people in their own country.

At the end of our gathering, our team sang a song on solidarity. We sang, desiring that Armando and his community would know we are carrying his story.

Solidarios los hombres y mujeres
Son aquellos que luchan por forjar
Una tierra, una sociedad distinta
La familia de Dios que vive en paz

As we sang, I began to realize that solidarity also means unlearning our innocence. In the U.S., our consumption of black culture and black athleticism stand in stark contrast to our valuing of black bodies and souls. Today’s one year anniversary of Michael Brown’s death reminds me of the long journey of unlearning innocence we must take.

Today stands as an example of how #blacklivesmatters beyond our U.S. borders and how issues of forced migration and racism continues to intersect.

-Sarah Lee