So, peeps, I am just gonna throw this out there. My brother was killed by the cops in 1994, Waco, Tx, he was unarmed. Not a single fuck was given by anyone other than us, the family. It broke my mother. The two cops involved are not cops anymore. I used that rage....
I used the rage to get me through basic training in the Army in 1995.
The focus though, he was white, dating a black girl in a bad neighborhood here in Waco. My brother was involved in street thug activity and the cops were always on him, i loved my brother anyway.
He'd a just gotten out of prison and was working with my dad trying to stay clean and do some good for his 1 month old son, who witnessed the killing. My brother was shot in the heart and liver. The rounds penatrated each one of his fore arms as he was holding
Himself while on his knees. They said he went for a knife that was close by , i call bullshit. My brother was 22.
Now with all that being said. Do you think I hate cops? I do not.
I hate the situation, I hate that my family was forced to endure the outcome of that situation. Nobody got the punishment they deserved. We all have to live with it. I understand what others go through and I am just wondering where my brothers riots are...where is
Where is his burning husk of a city? Where was his March?

Nowhere...because we don't act like assholes in the face of trauma, we endure, find right and wrong, we move the fuck forward.
I really can't find the exact words to show you how I feel right now, watching all the mess going on in my country right now, i am sad for all of us. Sad that America is in the state its in. I am baffled at people and they way they think. I just want to slap the everloving..
Shit outa anyone that whines about their insignificant problems.
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