Thank black people for goodness in the world. They don’t owe it to anyone, have to rise against widespread structural/systemic and white supremacist odds to achieve it, too often aren’t paid enough or at all for it, but they still
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She stopped staring at me when she washes her hands and she started facing the wall to brush her hair. -me
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You’re still tonight. I look over my shoulder to watch your stomach rise and fall. I roll over and put my hand under yours, counting the beats. You start to snore and I can close my eyes. -me
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This can mean whatever you want it to mean. I wrote this about somebody special. Welcome to my crowded mind. We’re on a planeThere’s been turbulenceWe’ve lost someone in the crash Thank youYou put my mask onAnd here we are
From The Guardian Interview with Paul Butler, Author of “Chokehold: Policing Black Men” (Aug 11, 2017)
“The jury took less than 10 minutes to acquit me. But the experience made a man out of me. It made a black man out of me.” -Paul Butler on his experience getting arrested, read the whole interview here. To