I remember waking up one day.
The television that only my father ever used was on and as soon as I glance over to the screen,
"Breaking news".
I remember seeing it so many times after the innocent man's life was taken. Each time more and more and sooner and sooner. Riots after riot.
I don't blame the riots. Protesting can turn into rioting if left unheard for too long. There is only so much silence one can take.
And that was enough.
I am lucky to look white. I have had my share of discrimination; not for the same reason, but unfortunately I have.
The LGBTQ+ community is a home where I finally belong. But joining that loving home has it's fair share of disgust.
This story is about what I see and remember.
But now is the time for what I remember seeing.
I remember seeing videos online of my fellow human being beaten and shot over holding signs and standing on their porch.
I remember seeing people pleading for them to help, not hurt them.
I remember the injustice.
I remember the pain.
I remember wanting to help and save them. To give them the hope and freedom they deserve -no, that is essential.
I will use my melanin- or lack of, to spread the words, the names, the freedom.
I don't want this "privilege". But i am the only one they will listen to since I have it.
I want to be the same. I want them to be treated as human. Not target practice.
I remember seeing the protesting being forced into more than just peaceful anger. The media blinding you into believing that they were the bad guys.
Not the media. Never the media. After all, I heard "Danger to democracy as a whole" by every single news reporter that even so much as mentioned the littered hatred.
I remember thinking about my friends. The close friends who are people of color and shouldn't be shot at for making a phone call, and shouldn't be begging to let them breathe. The ones where they should be able to walk at night and not be afraid. The ones where they should be able to get pulled over without hoping they aren't going to be fined even more than required or aren't going to die by the fellow human.
But,
I remember the hope.
I remember the unity of all.
I remember the promise to move forward for what is right.
Yes, all lives matter, but right now we need one step at a time. And the lives that are the worst one right now needs our help.
Black Lives Matter
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Memories
Random"Memories" is a story about the memories I'd had. The things I enjoyed. It's one of my first story's and I may never upload this. I've rewritten this many times and I hope you will enjoy. Thanks.
