My ex husband hauled ass (100+mph) from the cops while in the commission of seven felony counts of theft of property, had documented the evidence by camera while being drunker than Cooter Brown on Friday (for his second DUI) and no one shot him.

Senior year in college at the National Barrow Show at the Holiday Inn, cops get called. Scuffle breaks out and cops end up tasing a couple judging kids while everyone else flees into the hotel. No one gets shot. One tasing injury.

My freshman year, I witnessed a friend literally peeing (while drunk) in an intersection on the Shawnee bypass on an unmarked cop car. He told the arresting officer a few blocks down that he had a brick of cocaine in his ass and an AK-47 in his shoe and no one shot him.

During high school, a party got busted. Everyone scampered into the woods and scattered into and up in the trees. They threatened to turn the dogs out on us, but no one got shot fleeing the scene.

Little brother and his friends broke into a home that was being remodeled following a devastating tornado (the city was under curfew), set up a house party and when the cops got called fled out the back door and ran mostly across town through people’s yards. No shots fired.

“Fun” white people, don’t act like if you have a history of drinking Busch Light and UV Blue around a camp fire down a dirt road that you haven’t evaded or been prepared to resist arrest.

I support cops. I mean really, most of the cops in my hometown and surrounding areas are good ol’ boys and good men.

It’s not about hating on good cops.
It’s about white people being allowed to act a fool and black people getting killed for the same shenanigans.

While people I see on social media “whitesplain” not resisting arrest and behaving like we weren’t together in college and I know full well you’ve run from or planned to run from or does some shit that you could have been caught and needed to run from the police.

And might I add that we did most of this tomfoolery with Yung Joc or Snoop on the iPod.

It isn’t fair or equal to expect perfection from everyone else—but extend grace to ourselves because we were young and dumb.

We lived. Some don’t. That’s the difference.