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John Rattray, 2007

80年代の大阪

I cannot speak for everyone, nor’ will I ever try & do so. My “want” to protest came from personal experience that stemmed from racial injustice I have personally faced & witnessed over the years. I cannot speak from the stand point of being a police, but I can speak from the position of being a black man in America & that is harder than it should be. Even worse being in an interracial relationship with biracial children. It’s almost as if I’m halfway accepted & that is not the full problem. Adding to matters of being on the outer circle, I’m also hated by those who don’t care for the skin color I am. “Wow, it gets worse?”, you may ask. Yes, yes it does. People who share the Brown skin that I wear everyday are terrorized by those same people that hate us, only they have the authority to do so. At least that is what they think. “Take a deep breath.” A great friend spoke to me once. I asked, “Why? Are you on drugs or something dude.” He responded “Leaving the house being Brown, just may be your last one.” Whenever there is justice served in a situation where the cop was in the wrong, the entire planet is surprised, yet we brush off the killing of people who look exactly like me on a daily when someone wearing a badge does it. It is time to change that narrative. I got the chance to speak with an officer, not of my color, but he grabbed my face & told me “I cannot tell you I understand how it is to be you, but I can tell you that I do not stand for what is going on & I am here. Not only with you, but for you. I’m so sorry, & I’m here.” I had no choice except to shed tears in the arms of a man who wears the same uniform as one who should have protected someone like me, but chose to do the opposite. I look at my daughter everyday & think of how she’ll be if all she has is pictures of her father. Sometimes I just walk around my neighborhood alone or shower by myself instead of with my significant other so I can cry. I feel as if being black is a burden. I feel I’m being punished for existing. For the first time in my life, I felt TRULY accepted by all people. I don’t know the answer, but this was DEFINITELY the first step in solution. Eliminate the hate. - God Bless. https://www.instagram.com/p/CA6S6A3h0nf/?igshid=9w4p8zn2mlq5

addie performs on stage in a robe he stole from hotel in yokohama. #cozyboyz

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