How can the life of one African American man mean so little? A fiance, a son a father so dispensible?
How can we live in a world that a night of legal carousing can lead to your death and injury? Is this our reality? People of color and people with limited means have to live with the fear of injury or death when they go about doing what the majority of the population can do without having to create safety plans? When are 51 bullets ever considered a good shoot? This is what people call “good police work”?
I am so very sad and upset about this all.
It’s heart breaking. I often think about what will happen if Nadia and I get pregnant and have a son. What would I say to him on a day like today?
Unfuckingbelieveable.