imagine what it must feel like to lose someone you love and have a grand jury tell you their life isn't even worth a trial.
know this: racism in all its incarnations doesn't just pop in and out of our lives, a mere annoyance. it is soul crushing. it is exhausting.
this is what happens when your feminism isn't intersectional. you derail important conversations by making it all about you.
do they understand how dehumanizing + disruptive it is to the soul, knowing that if you're murdered the justice system won't care?