That feeling when you’ve given every part of yourself to others. Like that real empty exhausted feeling. That feeling like there is nothing left on the inside.
That’s what I want to tell people when they ask why I’m moving.
Again, it’s estimated that two or three blacks were lynched each week in the American South during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Compare that to conservative reports from the FBI that, in the seven years between 2005 and 2012, a white officer used deadly force against a black person almost two times every week. A deeper analysis by the Malcolm X Grassroots Movement found that, in just 2012, police killed more than 313 black people — one every 28 hours. MXGM also found that 44% of those killed were unarmed and 43% were not in the process of of committing a crime, but stopped by police for “suspicious activity.”
When people walk into my job and exclaim; “what did you do to the side of your head?”
Welp. Its called shaving, bleaching, and coloring. And its a long fucking process that I’m proud of and makes me happy. But thank you for your shitty observation in a setting where I cannot retaliate. That was great.