― Henry Rollins. (via neuseks)
For all of those who are in the know, and for those who have decided to walk away from the information, it’s been a tumultuous few days, even in Ferguson alone.
I’m so fucking fed up with this country, so fed up with this racial prejudice, so fed up with everything about this goddamn nation that it’s honestly brought me to a point where I don’t want to exist anymore because I hate the idea that when I say I’m American, this could be what people think of me. This is how people would interpret this shit. I hate it. I loathe what my nation is right now. A militarized zone against peaceful protests. Tear gas against people young and old, simply asking for justice for a child murdered in innocent blood. A white man would sooner be defended by tanks than a black boy by a court. America is not the home of the free. America is not home of the brave. America has turned into fearful, jailed individuals whom must now live lives that are determined by weaponry and pain. Bless those who are born with a skin tone other than white. Bless those who suffer the pain of those whom cannot defend themselves because suddenly we are unequal. The same men who brought you here by force are now expending you by that same will.
I will not stand by this. I will not call myself American until I see that justice is served. As a man of a multi-ethnic background, I lament these actions. I pray for the hope and peace that Ferguson seeks. I admonish the federal government. Actually do something other than wag a pathetic finger and pretend that is enough. This incident has brought me so much pain as a Hispanic. I feel as if I can no longer walk the streets comfortable in my own skin. I wonder when the day comes when my city turns on itself. I fear that day. Because I know that I am not protected. I know that my rights and my liberties are at stake. I know that I am not human in the eyes of a tank, in the eyes of the police, in the eyes of “American” justice.”
Just my thoughts.