So I was in NYC these last few weeks visiting my family like every year. Yesterday I was at the playground with my 7 year old brother and my little sister. They we’re playing and suddenly my little brother grabbed her arm and ran towards me and told me to get up and hide underneath the bench with him. I was completely confused so was my little sis and she started crying and my little brother was on the verge of tearing up. He didn’t want to get up or say anything and I told him I’d call our dad if he didn’t tell me what’s going on. So he started sobbing and told me that he had seen a police officer walk by and that he was afraid of being shot because so many black people have been shot those last weeks. Mind you we don’t live in the states. My siblings visit twice a year if at all, and my baby brother still knows whats going on. So imagine how it must be for all these other children actually living there, is that a healthy enviroment for kids? Isn’t the police supposed to protect us? Why do black kids have to grow up in such a manner fearing for their lives?