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Freida Pinto Vanity Fair Italy (November 2018)

Use your voice even if you don’t have a big following/audience, sign petitions, donate if you can, support black-owned business! Don’t be silent!!!

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I want you, if you are not black, to consider a life like this. Every single time you walk past a cop, you do so fully assured in the knowledge that if he wanted to, he could kill you, and he could do it in broad daylight, and he could do it by suffocating you for several minutes while people walked by on the street and his partners watched, and that even if someone recorded all of this (and managed not to be assaulted while doing so) the video that includes your lifeless corpse could spread worldwide and your face could be on thousands of tee shirts and still nothing might happen to that cop. He doesn't have to do it. He probably won't. Individually, he probably has no desire to. But he could, and so could everyone who wears his badge, and the knowledge that they could is a small background terror in your life. I want you to imagine that this is true for everyone you're related to, for your mother and your father and your brother and your sister, and that it was like this for all of your ancestors back to the first ones who were stolen from their home and shipped to be somebody's chattel and that those owners are the people whose names you bear. I want you to imagine that every single day you live with the knowledge that your skin tone and features are quite likely the result of one of your female ancestors being raped by someone that owned her. I want you to imagine that you live every single day of your life under this kind of terror, and that when 200 years of pressure explodes you see white people who love you, white people who vote blue no matter who, white people who have never spoken ill of black people, expecting you to answer for some stolen televisions and broken windows. It is awful in a way you will never understand and that I would not wish for you to understand. It is a deeply and psychically devastating way to live. I'm not interested in talking about a vandalized building when my psyche is vandalized every single day and so were those of my parents, and their parents, and their parents, and theirs again.

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A List of Fuggos I Found Along The Way

I was originally looking for Merengue, but I happily found Apple. Here is a small list of the ones I thought were ugly along the way. Remember children, they aren't real.

She looks like one of those horrifying masks that devour the faces of the humans that wear it.

He smelled like pot and said he would give me money to buy him beer from 7/11 and to keep the change. I did not agree to this deal.

We all go through that ugly stage of puberty. I found out he's 42 and lives in his Mom's basement. Loves anime conventions and can't understand why women won't date him.

Here is Coach's ugly cousin. He asked me for a hug which I kindly and uncomfortably declined. He did not like that answer. I ran quickly.

I learned many years ago when I used to have to take the bus to never get close to the crackheads. Pretty sure he's been awake for 5 days and has eaten a few pieces of bread.