More, and more un-White people are being harassed arrested by cops questioned have guns pointed at them as I was.
Personally I don't mind being killed that much. I just resent it done for so little reason. There's just no opera in it.
An un-White Yale student just had cops called on her
for being Black while a student.
My reaction to such as always is sorrow rage confusion.
Now I just lay on the floor, and stare up.
I really don't know what else to do
Till it's my turn again.
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It never ends!
"California police detain Bob Marley's granddaughter for staying at an AirBnB while Black"
Seven police cars AND a helicopter!!!
From USA Today:
"In a Facebook post, Fyffe-Marshall, a filmmaker, detailed the group's experience saying they were surrounded by seven police cars and a helicopter as officers demanded they put their hands in the air. While the group was joking at the misunderstanding at first, she said things escalated about 20 minutes into the encounter."
Something similar happened to a couple of American Indian kids touring their dream college:
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2018/may/04/native-american-students-colorado-state-college-tour-police
In other news, police cadets in Austin have complained that their instructors were teaching them to think of members of the public as “cockroaches.”
I think these incidents suggest a trend toward radical social disintegration, accompanied by a seriously vicious police state exceeding anything we’ve seen so far.
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I've felt this way before during other bad times.
I'm sorry to feel it again.
Just that I really don't know when I go out if I'm coming back.
I really honestly don't.
As for ceiling staring. I'd rather lay on the floor.
It adds comedic elements to all this.
It's needed what with fretting about never coming home from buying a loaf of bread.
Also it was a spontaneous reaction to the madness around us.
I hit the floor, and stayed,...drifted off too.
Though as I say bad on the back. I could just sit, but I'm doing that already.
I'm open to suggestions.
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