Violence does create heroes and villains doesn’t it?
I walked slowly around the house and realized what that noise was.
When I woke up that morning, I didn’t have a reflection.
Black people have a right to be angry! Stop policing our justifiable emotions!
Freedom of speech is fast becoming a fading idea.
I certainly do not love the violence that might protect my sleep but I also have no desire to be a (dead) martyr either.
“South Africans will kick down a statue of a dead white man but won’t even attempt to slap a live one. Yet they can stone to death a black man simply because he is a foreigner.”
My buddy dared me to do it. He dared me to stay in this creepy library overnight. All by myself.
Pests will take full advantage of you.
I wish I had thought to report what I had seen, or to confront the old woman, or to have immediately run and brought my mother (or even the closest adult shopper).