I didn't want him to mistake my lack of rage for apathy. I told him that in reality I was forreal sad as opposed to mad. I'm quiet about it which is why followers/friends never see it here but I'm scared to go places sometimes cause I know shit like this happens. Sounds stupid and bandwagon-ish of me to bring it up now of all times, but it's only cause it opened my eyes a bit. However, until recently I was legitimately more absent minded to the possibility because I thought that the chances of such a scenario had died down so I was like "Oh, cool. I won't have to worry about it right?" Nah. It sounds silly in times of tranquility, but every now and then it sinks in that I'm a guy in the south where racial tension is more oft then not a constant. Factor in the fact that all but about 1 or 2 of my girlfriends at points in time were white and you got yourselves a field day with the shit. Aside from that though, I always kinda lived in this low key fear of this happening to me or someone I know. Not just even in the sense of police brutality, but just injustice in general. I remember being a kid and seeing in old media what happened to us as a result of just bad things (prejudice, gang violence, the works). As I grew I would kinda whisper to myself that I'm glad I wouldn't have to deal with that now, however it appears that I'm wrong. That's the part that saddens me, nothing has changed really. Nothing has gotten better. Even deeper than that though, it stretches to anyone, not just African Americans. Living in this day and age, I thought I was assured that things will be straight. All recent events have showed me is that race still bothers people. That's not even the part that scares me the most. The part that scares me the most is that no one gives a fuck about anyone really. At least until something gets immolated.
The fact of the matter though is that no one should have to live in fear though. No matter how minuscule or massive. That's not living, that's surviving.