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I don& #39;t know what it& #39;s like to be black. I don& #39;t know what it& #39;s like to be assaulted by those meant to protect me.
I can& #39;t imagine how hurt millions of people are today, and have been their entire lives.
I can& #39;t imagine losing someone as #GeorgeFloyd& #39;s family did.
I can& #39;t imagine how hurt millions of people are today, and have been their entire lives.
I can& #39;t imagine losing someone as #GeorgeFloyd& #39;s family did.
I can only begin to imagine the terror of knowing I& #39;m dying, calling out for my mother in my last moments.
Think about that for a minute. Losing the rest of your life, that your parents created and nurtured, that enriches your family& #39;s, that was all you& #39;d ever have. In 9 minutes.
Think about that for a minute. Losing the rest of your life, that your parents created and nurtured, that enriches your family& #39;s, that was all you& #39;d ever have. In 9 minutes.
What do you feel when you think about that? Hollow? Despair? Loneliness? Whatever you feel, whatever your race, others feel it, too. I feel it, too.
Above all, I feel anger. I allow myself to be angry, and to say so here, because it motivates me well.
Above all, I feel anger. I allow myself to be angry, and to say so here, because it motivates me well.
In other situations, if I& #39;m angry at my own ignorance or incompetence, I can improve by being angry at who I was. I can be angry at the state of the world, of how others whom I& #39;ll never meet have to live, because when I can use it properly, I can do what I need to do.
I& #39;ve struggled with what to say or think the last few days. The protests, the outcries, the support, has been inspiring. The rioting, looting, and burning, less so. But I thought about it more, and more, and more.
If I& #39;m this angry, as a white man in WV, I can& #39;t imagine the anger of those in Minneapolis and across the country, who& #39;ve lived injustices I& #39;ll never live.
I often think events like this are not the time for me to speak up and throw my two cents into the wind.
I often think events like this are not the time for me to speak up and throw my two cents into the wind.
But it& #39;s clear that not enough people speak out. Maybe this thread makes one person feel less alone, lets one person know others feel as they do, makes them more comfortable fighting for what they think is right. It will at least have been ~something~.
Speak out. Support those who need it, and have needed it before this week& #39;s events. VOTE. Do whatever you can to help. Feel whatever you need to help you do what you, and, more importantly, what countless others need you, to do.
And if you need to feel more of that, think of a man, a person just like you, calling out for his mother, as he& #39;s slowly killed by someone who should have protected him.
Nine. Minutes.
Nine. Minutes.
