Americans know it as the LA Riots, but I still remember it every year as Sa-I-Gu (4-29).  It's the date that is engraved into my psyche as a Korean-American girl, growing up in Los Angeles during the 1990s.   It's the date that has colored my skin yellow and sunken deeper into my soul.  It's a date that makes me struggle with my own racial identity and my dreams of a world where race and ethnicity doesn't matter.

It's a date that makes me remember one of the reasons I want to work in the inner cities.

I can't continue to write this post without feeling anguish and regret as I connect the events of 20 years past to the recent events of young Trayvon.  Our society is still a long ways from the dreams of many, but I pray that the future holds many more opportunities for us to show that we do not have to act on our prejudices.  We do not have to fill our hearts with hate and past wrong-doings, but to move forth with compassion and greater love.