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I researched many POC killed by officers and all of them are in here. all of these people died due to racist officers and due to the messed up system no one seems to care. many of these people and there story's didnt make it to mainstream media and I want to show more people there story.
Along with that some other news about this matter.
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caught in between two gangs [discontinued]
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