An Open Letter
To someone I use to know: You hit me, and you hit me hard like a ton of bricks. Never in the years that we've known each other did I think that you could possibly hurt me like this. We've had our arguments and fights, yet still remained friends. You may not have hit me physically, but you hit me so hard with words that were so opposite of what you've known me as for 20 something years sting more than words will every say. I don't expect you to apologize. Honestly, I don't think it will help anything. I have things to say that I know you won't care to hear. Do I think you'll read this? I don't know. You never cared about my random babbling before, why should this be different? If you do, I know you'll be pissed that the whole world can see this, but this isn't about you. This about me. I'm granting myself this one selfish move. I understand that I live in Milwaukee and I've inherited that "danger" that so many white people tal...