“You’re telling me I don’t have to save the boy I love. You would do it for me.” This stops me. “I would. It’s true.” Say she were stuck in some conversation with an ignorant sexist bro. You bet I would stand up for her. So why have I never stood up for Q? I frown at this. Every time my parents have spouted their racist theories against black people, supported by their bullshit fake statistics, why haven’t I called them out?
