I don't want to be in the league of people who love to show and share murdered black people. What do you do? We need to acknowledge that there was a life. We need to hear and pray with the family and friends. A public grieving.
It's not enough. I watch and then I don't anymore. I cry and pray. I refuse to live in fear. I'm even more scared because there is no protection for black women. We barely make the news or neighborhood conversation when these things happen to us. Yet we will be on the front line. I'm sickened by the state of affairs.

7/7/16