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—— meanwhile 🙄some extremely entitled and unfortunately ignorant folks still have the audacity to complain about not being able to breathe while wearing a face mask. That’s the protest I’d see on my Facebook the next day... all those fucking white people crying bc they have to take someone else’s health and safety into consideration... meanwhile people are being murdered by those sworn to protect and serve.....

Also, someone explain why it’s okay after a video circulates of a man (obviously detained) being killed by police, the only action being taken by their dept is firing them?

We need to get some priorities straightened out.... I mean, how do people just standby watching someone die? Why is the first thing they think to do video record the situation and not take any action to help save a life???? It’s so disgusting it makes my stomach turn and my hands shake. Like... a camera might bring justice (maybe...), but damn..... someone should have stepped in to help George Floyd.

I’m so sick of seeing entitlement all over my timeline.... I’m tired of seeing people killed by our own public servants... I’m tired of people dying because of skin color.... I’m tired of people complaining about how inconvenienced they are because they believe their rights are being taken away bc they’re “uncomfortable” while others die in hospital beds ALONE.... I’m sick of seeing people die due to blatant ignorance. I’m tired....

PERIOD.

I’m a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts and it’s even harder to put it into words how outraged I am while making sense.... honestly I’ve tried my hardest to stay away from watching the fear-mongering news and live updates.... I stop myself from posting anything even remotely political or challenging bc I don’t want to be caught up in the social media shit storm and I’m scared people will challenge my opinions (also this is all coming out as word vomit and I’m hoping I’m coming across LOUD and CLEAR) but I’ve bitten my tongue till it’s bled....

All I can do at this point is pray... send out a good vibe... keep working on me.... but ultimately I want to voice that I stand by all of you affected by the entitled assholes out there that play God with others lives daily.

If you don’t like this post, unfollow me. Unfriend quickly. Do us both a favor. But just know if I ever see my fellow man (whatever color), at risk of dying due to ignorance, I won’t hesitate to drop my phone and take action... regardless of consequence.

Dr. Budd:  Yes?

Dorothy:  You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick.  Do you remember?  You told me I was just getting old.

Dr. Budd:  I’m sorry, I really don’t–

Dorothy:  Remember.  Maybe you’re getting old.  That’s a little joke.  Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick.  I have chronic fatigue syndrome.  That is a real illness.  You can check with the Center for Disease Control.

Dr. Budd:  Huh.  Well, I’m sorry about that.

Dorothy:  Well, I’m glad!  At least I know I have something.

Dr. Budd:  I’m sure.  Well, nice seeing you.

Dorothy:  Not so fast.  There are some things I have to say.  There are a lot of things that I have to say.  Words can’t express what I have to say.  [tearing up]  What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.

Dr. Budd:  Good!

Dorothy:  But I will!

Dr. Budd’s date:  Louis, who is this person?

Dr. Budd:  Look, Miss–

Dorothy:  Sit.  I sat for you long enough.  Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me.  You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up.  You dismissed me!  You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time.  Is that your caring profession?  Is that healing?  No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one.  I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.

Dr. Budd:  Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–

Dr. Budd’s date:  Shut up, Louis.