After a moment of silence, I forget about the dead. All I hear is a “why?” in my head while looking at the picture of the arrest. Black smiles pass by in my mind. Those people are gone. For a taillight, cigarettes, skittles. Praying.
They arrest a white murderer on the go like he’s some kind of inoffensive weirdo. Again.
It’s so hard and unfair to have to deal with the clearest proof that everything is racial, ad nauseum.
It’s catastrophic.