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by Ashley Weeks Cart
No crime. No trial. All harm. No foul.
I had a meeting in our campus student center at lunchtime, and as I listened to the voices of students, and faculty, and staff echoing through the building in pain and grief and anger and frustration and unity and strength, I felt tears building and a knot growing and that communal pain and horror vibrating throughout.
I can’t breath.
Hands up. Don’t shoot.
Black lives matter. Black lives matter. BLACK LIVES MATTER.