Saturday 9th July at my flat, thinking.

They are nothing like us. They can kill innocent black people and then hash tag them; let them trend and retweet. Let them march and protest – a placard or fifty blowing in the wind until the arms of sullen youth are tired. When it all settles, they will play together at Superbowl, singing the Star Spangled Banner with heads held high, cadences shared and tears in their eyes. Until the next shooting, they can be America The Brave.

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