Sometimes the silent activist inside is awoken from too much external madness. Not in our names indeed.
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Sometimes the silent activist inside is awoken from too much external madness. Not in our names indeed.
That's how I felt this morning reading this tragic headline: "Police fatally shot a black man, mistaking pipe for a gun". Enough is too much, already, I thought, and shared a small post about my thoughts...