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The land of the free and home of the brave torn to pieces as the free are murdered and the brave incarcerated. It was not built on fear but there is still fear as those sent to protect instead purge on the innocent. Where I as a white have a right to life while my peers of color fear for their life because they're black. Home of those who live their lives as if in Heaven and those who can't breathe because it feels like Hell. Why should I respect a country that treats me with respect, loyalty and peace because I'm white? Why do these people, who with different colored skin who are just like me get treated with disgust, injustice, and violence? Am I not allowed to be outraged? Am I supposed to assume that this is the American Dream?
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
The American Dream
The land of the free and home of the brave torn to pieces as the free are murdered and the brave incarcerated. It was not built on fear but there is still fear as those sent to protect instead purge on the innocent. Where I as a white have a right to life while my peers of color fear for their life because they're black. Home of those who live their lives as if in Heaven and those who can't breathe because it feels like Hell. Why should I respect a country that treats me with respect, loyalty and peace because I'm white? Why do these people, who with different colored skin who are just like me get treated with disgust, injustice, and violence? Am I not allowed to be outraged? Am I supposed to assume that this is the American Dream?
We love books about this, but don't care for the real life experience. It's sickening.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
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