I am white.
Breonna Taylor. 26
A senseless killing. Left Breonna bleeding out. The police shot 20 times without a doubt.
They entered the wrong home and didn't care. Which left Breonna suffering there.
She was killed for a crime she didn't commit. The police just won't admit it.
Jamar Clark. 24.
One shot to the head. Left Clark falling to the floor dead.
Supposedly he “reached for a gun” but really he was in shock. Stunned.
Trayvon Martin. 17.
Holding a bag of skittles, and an ice tea. Probably wondering “why is there a gun pointed at me?” Zimmerman claims he shot for “self defence” but Trayvon didn't even threaten him. This doesn't make sense.
All of these black heroes are dead. As their families mourned at there casket head, I think to myself how ashamed I am to be white. Ill never even have to put up a fight. Just a “please officer it wasnt me” and I'm forsure going to let be. So to my message to America. “The land of the free” is a whole hearted ACAB.
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