As I got to know the people of the Civil Rights Movement, I realized I am the hopeful black woman who was denied her right to vote. I am the caring white supporter killed on the front lines of freedom. I am the unarmed black kid who maybe needed a hand, but instead was given a bullet. I am the two fallen police officers murdered in the line of duty. — Common
FAST from socializing with people who make jokes and comments that are racially insensitive — or fast from engaging in insensitive conversations on social media.…
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