Why this old fat white guy in his fifties has skin in the game of cops murdering black kids

[MohRokTah]

It's really all about my brother.

See, my brother married a woman whose family immigrated from Jamaica.

She was unable to have a child, so they were able to adopt a mixed race child very quickly because they are a mixed race couple.

My beautiful cocoa brown nephew keeps me awake at night.

See, he's twelve now, and my brother tells me about how he's no longer considered a customer in stores, but is now a suspect.

A twelve year old child has to face the reality that society considers him different because of his beautiful skin.

I don't sleep well at night. The nightmares about my nephew tend to awaken me at odd hours.

So yeah, I hate fucking pigs who murder brown people because they can.

I hate a justice system that allows white cops to murder brown kids with impunity.

I don't sleep well at night, and never will again so long as white cops are allowed to murder black kids with impunity and ZERO accountability.

I love my nephew.

I will despise every cop so long as no cops stand up against the cops murdering unarmed brown kids with impunity and zero accountability.

Every last damned one of the bastards are my enemy.

I don't sleep well at nights.