Through Mirror Eyes

 I am ashamed to be in America.  Have I gone back to where race and status matter more than the life we live? I am already considered a minority because I am in a race where we are not blessed with millions our forefathers made for us to gamble away on trivial means and land already owned. If a white boy had been that day, then justice would have been served. Since Tom Robinson was killled and the jurors had the mentality of white men from the Great Depression up until the sixties, the shooter walks away. Does anything seem wrong with that picture? Does this make anyone think about if they were staring at the barrel of a .45 and looked down upon because of the color of your skin. You could be a millionare riding first class, but some wannabe-vigilante bigot will only see one thing.  How would you feel? Would you start a revolution. If you do, I will stand by you.       Am

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