One year since the death of Michael Brown.
The plane touched down and the flight attendant came on the speaker to ask us to please keep our seat belts buckled until we had come to a complete stop at the gate, and enjoy our stay in St. Louis.
"Enjoy your stay in St. Louis," That phrase hung in the air.
Only minutes away from the Lambert/St. Louis International Airport the sky was falling.
Over the 11 days that had passed since Michael Brown was shot multiple times and killed by Officer Darren Wilson in the sleepy suburban town of Ferguson, MO, the QuikTrip where Brown was last seen alive burned down, protesters held vigil and peace turned into mayhem as the Ferguson Police Department rolled out military grade armored cars, machine guns, camouflage, tear gas and sound bombs. Minutes from the Lambert/St. Louis airport America was at war with itself.
I went to Ferguson because I was compelled by my faith to go.