I don’t feel safe.

I haven’t felt safe in a very long time.

I am tired of fighting the same fight my great grandparents fought.

Even in times of “peace” there is the looming fact my life is a joke to people who would gladly make a meme of my death.

There is no escape from this.

Distractions all have the taste of racial tension. It’s in the country’s DNA. It’s stench wafts from every form of media.

There is no escape from this.

I’m tired of being targeted.

The buildings will be alright.

Rebuilt.

The businesses will be alright.

Insurance and buyers support.

George won’t be back.

Neither will the children’s innocence and hope.

Hate taints all.

All I want to do is live.