I see a lot of people posting about how all this Ferguson talk makes them uncomfortable.

Good. It should. That means you know that something is terribly and horribly wrong.

Stay. Angry.

I don’t want to leave my room, because I know my parents aren’t furious like I am. They don’t care. They believe Mike Brown was possibly in the wrong. They believe that monster might have had the right to shoot him. 

I don’t want to go anywhere tomorrow. I don’t want to go out knowing that most people don’t care. Most people will let this go by, and just see it as the way things go.

I’m pissed as hell.

If your first reaction to black bloggers grieving over what’s happening in Ferguson is “not all white people!” or “not all cops!” You need to sit the fuck down on the curb and wait for the garbage truck to pick you up.

All you white people thought it was super cool and righteous how the districts fought back against the corrupt government in The Hunger Games, but now with the Ferguson ordeals you’re sitting back and running your mouth how the protesters shouldn’t be so violent or are taking it too far. Huh.