One Thanksgiving, my great aunt Cal made all the decorations themed around #blacklivesmatter . The whole family gathered to celebrate thankfulness for generations of precious black lives. No one should have to worry about losing their lives or loved ones. The idea of the black princes and princesses in my life being harmed by those who are supposed to protect them sickens me. I can’t let it happen. I won’t let it happen. How do we prevent it from ever happening again to anyone? I pledge to breathe for those who took their last breath under such senseless circumstances. I’m sending prayers, peace and revolutionary power to everyone fighting on the front lines of social justice. Our presence is a protest.
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