I am a mother and grandmother of a black son and grandson, and I have never been more afraid for their future than I am right now.
The recent, blatant killings of both Ahmaud Arbery and George Floyd for no reason other than the color of their skin, and the white woman in Central Park who told police a black man was attacking her when he was simply asking her to obey the park's dog-leash law, have stirred up with new intensity the internal rage I felt as a young black girl growing up in white America.
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