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(Far From) Random and Mundane #15: Unrest

This shit hits differently when you see images of your community in ruins.

There’s destruction and chaos everywhere. Affordable housing being burned to the ground. Businesses being broken into.

My husband Javier and I watched so many Facebook Live videos in horror. These were streets we’ve been to. Stores we’ve visited. Places we know like the backs of our hands.

Covered in flames, shattered, destroyed.

People are looting and vandalizing.

Today on Twitter I saw that the riots are spreading to Midway and Roseville.

University Avenue, the epitome of economic disparity, is where I went to school. You can easily watch the suburbs become the urbs become the suburbs. It doesn’t take long to cross over the city border of Roseville.

And it’s not too far from Columbia Heights, where Philando Castile was murdered.

When it’s this close to home, it’s hard to ignore it. I don’t know what to feel.

Yes, we’re angry. We’re hurt. And it’s escalated into something so destructive that no one is being spared.

Is any of this behavior justified? I want to say no. I believe that there is a better way to respond to this injustice. And to the injustices that we’ve been facing for many, many years.

What can black and brown people do when the law continues to work against us? When the law continues to crush our necks and spines?

I don’t know.

Trilingual copywriter and translator raising her biracial baby trilingual. I love raising awareness about diversity in the writing world. I'm also a tea snob who talks way too much.

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