Lucy, the workshop leader, went on to tell us attendees: (I paraphrase)
"If you are claiming that you shot someone because you lost your temper and your finger slipped on the trigger, they might not hire you!"
I don't think this applies to me! The whites who were in attendance never breathed a word for the entire workshop, they were probably afraid to.
During my commute both to and fro I felt terrified and was having chest pain and panic attacks. I'd consider complying and attending future workshops if I could afford a cab, but I cant afford one.
On the commute home I looked out from Edison Highway and saw: burned out rowhouses, and broken glass. How can I or anyone for that matter thrive in an environment like this?
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