To those who can't see themselves on the pavement...

For those that can't find the issues with these crimes and want to play devils advocate. To those that believe that the world is black and white. It's not. We are complex beings. Saggy pants doesn't equal laziness. A college degree doesn't equal intelligence. We are a society engrained in visual verification. Show me. Show me.
It infuriates me that we still make comments like "wanting to be white". I'm a person. I have traits too complex to be bound by stereotypes. Too unique to be confined by idiocracy.

Unfortunately, in these types of situations you are forced to pick sides (I pick the indictment side, just to clarify). We defend these issues not because we are black but because we are human. Because it should sicken anyone to see a person lose their life at the hand of those who are employed to protect them. To watch wives bury their husbands. Mothers buying their sons.
These men are not animals. There is no such thing as black rage. For hundreds of years black bodies have been a mystery to the western world. The way we are shaped. Our laughter. Our existence has been a mystery. Not one worth exploring but one worth exploiting. Not one worth delighting in but destroying.
I'm angry. I'm sickened and frankly I'm pissed.
I have a right to be and for those who don't see or understand why, I would say look around but unfortunately I can also say, pick up a history book and tell me what progress we have made? We have replaced ropes with bullets.
Maybe the reason some black fathers aren't in the home is because institutionalized racism has stolen them. Police brutality has taken them and Justice didn't defend them.
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