It doesn’t matter I’m educated, that I volunteer at church. It doesn’t matter I have a family that loves me, or that I don’t have so much as a speeding ticket to my name, I’m black. That’s what matters. Cops cover for cops. Blue covers blue. Blue doesn’t cover black. And there’d be no one to speak for me. I have a bullet in my pocket right now and that’d probably be enough for them to take me into a police station where they could keep me for however long they want. My education doesn’t protect me. My father can’t protect me. In this moment, I question if even God can.
