I am not Mike Brown. I am white. I am middle class. I am female. I am small. I am not considered a threat. When police see me they see someone who looks like them. They see their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, themselves. I am not at risk of being shot by police for existing while black. I am not at risk of being shot while unarmed. I am not at risk of being shot while armed with nothing more than a BB gun. I am not at risk of being shot for reaching for my wallet. I am privileged.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged.
i find it so awkward talking to people my age because they all tell me stories about boys and parties and drinking and going out til 1am and im sitting here in purple owl pyjamas, with pig bed socks on crying because two men who may or may not be gay did something cute in a fanfiction im reading
But guys, if Zack didn’t skateboard, if Rian wasn’t wearing a Face to Face t shirt, if Alex didn’t stay at Jack’s house because Jack’s mum was making pizza bagels, we wouldn’t have All Time Low