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Hi.
My name is Naomi, and I’m 11 years old.
Me and my friend Carter led a walkout at our elementary school on the 14th.
We walked out—we walked out for 18 minutes, adding a minute to honor Courtlin Arrington,
an African-American girl who was the victim of gun violence in her school in Alabama after
the Parkland shooting.
I am here today to represent Courtlin Arrington.
I am here today to represent Hadiya Pendleton.
I am here today to represent Taiyania Thompson, who, at just 16, was shot dead in her home
here in Washington, D.C.
I am here today to acknowledge and represent the African-American girls whose stories don’t
make the front page of every national newspaper, whose stories don’t lead on the evening
news.
I represent the African-American women who are victims of gun violence, who are simply
statistics instead of vibrant, beautiful girls full of potential.
It is my privilege to be here today.
I am indeed full of privilege.
My voice has been heard.
I am here to acknowledge their stories, to say they matter, to say their names, because
I can, and I was asked to be.
For far too long, these names, these black girls and women, have been just numbers.
I am here to say “Never again” for those girls, too.
I am here to say that everyone should value those girls, too.
People have said that I am too young to have these thoughts on my own.
People have said that I am a tool of some nameless adult.
It’s not true.
My friends and I might still be 11, and we might still be in elementary school, but we
know.
We know life isn’t equal for everyone.
And we know what is right and wrong.
We also know that we stand in the shadow of the Capitol.
And we know that we have seven short years until we, too, have the right to vote.
So I am here today to honor the words of Toni Morrison: “If there is a book that you want
to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, you must be the one to write it.”
I urge everyone here and everyone who hears my voice to join me in telling the stories
that aren’t told, to honor the girls, the women of color who are murdered at disproportionate
rates in this nation.
I urge each of you to help me write the narrative for this world and understand, so that these
girls and women are never forgotten.
Thank you.