So it was not without amazement at the size of their cajones that I read Amazon’s August 9 letter in which they botched a whole bunch of historical facts, but also compared the “struggle” that they’re having to control the way Hachette prices its e-books with the mid-twentieth century resistance to the paperback. (Yeah, not at all the same, I assure you.)
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.
Love—is anterior to Life—
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of the Earth—
—Emily Dickinson, (917)
Depression is when you have waiting text messages, voicemails, emails, Facebook messages, Instagram comments, snaps on snapchat, people asking to hang out with you, and a house full of your family…
And you still feel absolutely alone.
A support system is all those people still waiting for you when you can face them. Love you, keep on keepin’ on 💜