The Twenties are the years of exploration, both geographically and introspectively. And nothing beats when the two go hand in hand.
I started Krav Maga for a fitness challenge. Now it’s a whole new way of living and feeling empowered after being raped.
A few of my friends have confessed to me that even though they support #BlackLivesMatter efforts, they don’t really understand the problem with also asserting that #AllLivesMatter. Well, there’s an analogy going around that I think does a good job of trying to put it into perspective: Imagine you’re out to dinner with your friends, […]
#BlackLivesMatter is not about trying to take down or challenge every individual racist in our country; that’s impossible. It is not about proclaiming that all white police officers are racists; that’s ignorant. It is about combating institutional racism in our country; that’s doable.
Is it worth ending a friendship when one friend disrespects the collective struggle of the other friend’s race?
I’m the last person to try and “do math” to make a point. Even so, it doesn’t seem far-fetched to conclude that while the risk of facing violent crime has gone down for most, Blacks face a uniquely treacherous threat that the rest of the population does not: the threat of being targeted by the very people who are meant to be our protectors.