Three years ago. I had a rough night. So many had it much, much, MUCH rougher. I cry when I read this. I cry thinking about it. I hate the NYPD for it. Not the individuals, but the whole of the NYPD. I get sick thinking about hating anyone. I feel vile that what they did to us makes me feel violent in return. I want to puke and scream and cry. But you know the most important truth? I love, honestly care deeply for, the people I worked with, no matter how much we drove one another mad at times. I do. And they were each wonderful in their own ways, and mad with hope and honest conviction and Id not go back and change my experiences, not in a million years. So read this. If you think that what happened and how we were treated was just, BLOCK ME. Get away, dont speak to me, ever, unless for some official reason you must. LEAVE ME ALONE. Because we were attacked, plain and simple. It was a miniature war on our own soil, except only one side was using violence. When it happens in other countries, our government condemns it. Here, they do it.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 03:49:49 +0000
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