“You should have fuckin’ called me, nigga! All them crackas out there, and you gon’ walk your black ass from Boca to Miami? Look, I just lost one brother, and I ain’t about to lose another one! Go in your room, man,” he said and pushed me, then I went to the back. I couldn’t even be mad at my brothers for reacting to what I did tonight the way that they did because, sadly, we couldn’t just walk anywhere we chose. Our skin color alone made us a threat. What I did was reckless, but by the Grace of God, I made it home.
Our sad azz reality
