"Dear White People. No One Is Asking You To APOLOGIZE For Your Ancestors. We Are Asking You To Dismantle The Systems Of Oppression They Built, That You MAINTAIN And You BENEFIT From." - unknown
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Present Day... "I watched from the window as my family standing on the porch, my brother standing in the street. Sirens could be heard and colors of red, blue, and white flashed reflectively against the glass. The police pulled up on my brother, throwing him to the ground, his body thrashed against the concrete while trying to get from under the heavy knee of the officer. My family was yelling, only my grandfather and uncle stayed silent, as they held back the women in the family. My brother continued to throw his weight to the side, but the cops knee stood firm. On this Fourth of July I finally realized that the tiny red, white, and, blue flag that was glued to my black cup, was the same colors these police cars where flashing. The cupped slipped out of my hand and I Watched it fall. It's slow moving drop let me see what the plastic reflected, red, white, blue and the destruction of black." I let go of the breath I was holding, the crowd was silent, then a flood of questions thumped against my sudden feeling of numbness. I walk of the stage away from the microphones, I could here the general attorney trying to gain the crowds attention. Someone said how said what I said made them feel sad, I tell them something like this and all they can think about is that.
