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A riot is the language of the unheard.
I sit here in disbelief. The divide in this nation has reached a breaking point, with yet again another viscous murder of an unarmed Black man. I needed to take a break from the news, my heart hurting for this world, bringing me to tears. I decided to document my emotions, including writing this post. Firstly, I would like to clarify something; if you weren’t concerned when white men armed with assault rifles were marching demanding haircuts, then why is it that these riots bother you? We cannot continue on the hamster wheel we’ve been on. It’s clear to see that privilege is so deeply engrained, you no longer care…