I know that feeling Lu. I know that feeling far too well.
As you can tell from the intro, a constant theme that's been around this semester and has given me time to think about this winter is the validity of black life. We have been hammered in this rhetoric that it doesn't mean much. Throughout the actions of crooked law enforcement and through the actions of our own people. I do my best as a black man to fight against these depicted stereotypes and hope for the best of my people. The more news I read it seems as if this is out of fruition. It saddens me that it comes to this and I too suffer that numbing feeling of helplessness.
So sleep on this. This is for Michael, Jonylah, Eric, Hadiya, Tamir, Oscar, Derrion, Yummy, etc.
For all brothers and sisters that died by the bullet of our own and of others.