Why America Refuses To Take Hate Crimes Seriously

We keep avoiding the truth

It’s hard to believe, but hashtags are actually the worst thing ever. The notion that brutalized souls are socially mourned with symbols that are supposed to symbolize why their deaths matter, when their lives didn’t, was appealing back when we believed sharing bloody images of death scenes would do the trick.

But as we sink deeper and deeper into societal disorder, under the iron fist of a nationalized renegade, who was perfectly groomed for this sickly climate of irreparable division, what was abundantly clear back when the White House was “Black,” is even more transparent now that the makeshift “House of Horrors” is blood-red.

We can spend a lifetime accumulating hashtags of our dearly departed Black children, who are being deprived of the air that gives lungs the right to breath without issue, or we can eliminate the restrictions of over-crowded online cells, and ponder the weightiness of our status.

Social media has created the methodical aspect of processing information that leaves very little time to cohesively assess the damage of our lifetime.

We greet Monday mornings with residue from a weekend of formulated violence with inclusions of fresh kill. They form a dreary possession on our timelines, as we…