We have blood on our hands. We have the shadows of our ancestors attached to our backs. We are equivocally feared for what appears to be the genetics we acquired during conception. Our fists have continued to rise little by little attempting to be seen or heard, but all that is heard is the ricochet of the bullets entering our bodies. Then our bodies, they hit the floor. They crash and slump onto concretes, police cars, front seats, and they bleed out on cameras from individuals who are too afraid to step in and fight back. We are tired of speaking their names. Their parents are forging forward to be greater than before; alive, yet dead as their seeds have been splattered across America’s ground. What now?
We take action. Rally; I don’t mean walk around crying. I mean formulate plans. Have open discussion. Have a place where we can figure out ways to not be so COMPLACENT and actually stay on top of everything.
We must be dominate because pop culture is now currently in 2016; African culture. We must be the dominate gene because now the mixture of genes are always being mixed with African blood. We must be superior in some form or fashion because they are killing us as if they have something to fear.
Jasmine Jackson, Editor-in-Chief
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