#irishview

I woke up the other day and was greeted with a mass of ferguson posts. Ferguson....Ferguson....why does that sound so familiar....what is happening. Then i read further in and remembered it all. Oh god how could I forget. I was so wrapped in my own country and its shitiness that I disregarded it all.  Then I remember talking to my mum about it. She started pointing out that Mike Brown was stealing before being shot. I remember being so mad at her for thinking that was worth him being killed. I left the room.

Coming back on today I got scared. I saw people relating the protests to the hunger games or other FICTIONAL novels....Its pretty scary. Then I saw the videos of the peaceful protests and I cried. Far far away from it all. i STILL cried.

I was hooked now on finding all the facts out. Tumblr was good yes but I needed news. Details. More. I already had my mind made up but I needed more to show me just how much I hated Wilson. I seen different versions of the story. Upsetting videos of real life footage, interviews with family and friends. All got my teary eyed. Its terrifying. 

My mind started rolling back to myself again because I am a selfish human being sometimes (even though i try to snap out of it). I thought about Bloody Sunday in Ireland. 

Bloody Sunday for those who aren't familiar was a peaceful protest led by Irish Catholics who simply wanted more rights. The offending army came in and opened fire. Cornering in the people.  Because they wanted something different. because they were different. 

Its a long shot in comparison but I immediately thought of how angry i got in history class learning about this. And Now how angry and scared I am of this. I needed something to relate to this. Thats how I boil down the anger I feel. Though this time it didn't help much.

I am in full support of the protesters and my thoughts are with them. I wish them every luck and i want yee to know. I would want to be there helping out.