#BlackLivesMatter & #AllLifesMatter

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Recent events have me terrified. All life is precious. I am a mother, first and foremost. While I realize that not everyone will see eye to eye with me, that is okay, but all I ask is to set yourself aside from preconceived notions and look at other people's perspectives. Life is hard enough without racial profiling. Life is supposed to be enjoyed, lived to the full, not a series of chaotic moments followed by horror, ripping families apart. I am afraid to join the club of families without any say. I know people profiled. I live with the "white privilege" I was born with, but my story like many others is not so clear cut. Life is meaningful. Life is worth living. Life is worth taking the chance. Those in Blue need to realize that though statistics bellow, individuals deserve to right to be judged on merit, on actions, on that hope that they will rise above the notion that they can do better than the predecessors.

Sill, I everyone is entitled to think what you may, judge as you see fit, but the fact is that I am afraid for my little boy's life. He turns 4 years old on Saturday, and the fact is that he is 5x more likely to be killed, unarmed, by a police officer than that of his white friends. He is more likely to be pulled over simply because he is black. This is not a dramatization of the facts it is a reality. Is it justified? No, because each person (Black, White, Latino, or other) is an individual and it is not up to the police officer to determine their case hopeless, it is up to the justice system. #BlackLivesMatter just as much as any other life.

Please step away from the arrogance that you "know better," that stereotypes are facts. I promise you they are not. Each person deserves justice and pulling the trigger, taser or firearm takes that opportunity away from that individual. You are bigger that that emotion. #AllLifesMatter Please thinks of their Mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers, and your children would you want this for them. I understand fear is a big factor, but we must rise above that fear and pray for a better future. If you can not do that, please do not put on the badge. Walk away and let someone else make those decisions, save a life worth saving.

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