It won’t stop him from being shoved and locked in the school locker or his scream for help. It won’t stop the bullies from breaking his glasses. It probably won’t stop the teachers from suspending only him when they see him try to fight back. At least I can look into his brown adolescent eyes and say, “equal in the eyes of the law.” Yes, we have some work to do with the other eyes people choose.  I’m 61 and didn’t think this day would come. Maybe when he’s my age, instead of a tearful “why” he’ll remember a new “when.”  Sweet whispered amazing grace.