What's the point of having a voice if you're gonna be silent in those moments you shouldn't be?

I’ve seen it happen over and over again: a black person gets killed just for being black, and all hell breaks loose. I’ve Tweeted RIP hashtags, reblogged pictures on Tumblr, and signed every petition out there. I always said that if I saw it happen to somebody, I would have the loudest voice, making sure the world knew what went down.
Now I am that person, and I’m too afraid to speak.

Racism does not have a good track record. It's been tried out for a long time and you'd think by now we'd want to put an end to it instead of putting it under new management.

When I was a kid, we said that we were precluded from going to certain neighborhoods because of the color of our skin… Now the neighborhoods are the neighborhoods of ideas, you’re not supposed to be there because … of the color of your skin.”

We have the wolf by the ears; and we can neither hold him, nor safely let him go. Justice is in one scale, and self-preservation in the other.

At an early age I learned that people make mistakes, and you have to decide if their mistakes are bigger than your love for them.