So I am sitting here in Starbucks illegally downloading movies on piratebay enjoying my iced coconut milk caramel macchiato this fine Sunday morning and felt a crazy wave of frustration come over me. If you are my FB friend you have seen spurts of these in the last month… they are usually 4 sentence long with some form of witty wordplay to protect my non-POC friends from being uncomfortable.
Because you know making non-POC people feel comfortable is the responsibility of every “good black person” to combat the scariness of those angry radical ones…
Sigh…. I am angry. I am still angry. I am angry that a week ago (the night after the Dallas shooting) I was in genuine fear for my life. Continue reading I Don’t Want to Be a Hashtag…