I AM DYING...

I am playing my music too loud in your opinion and it so offends you that you shoot at me while I am sitting in a car with three of my friends who happen to be Black. Your bullet hits me in the chest and in the head. I am wounded and I know I am dying.

Yeah sometimes when my mother thought I was playing my music too loud in my bedroom, my mother would say... "Boy if you do not turn that music down" and that was all she needed to say. Her words were enough and it was my mother, whom I dearly love. My mother is a good mother and my father is a good father. They raised me right. I am respectful to senior citizens and to my teachers and to my neighbors and to young ladies. I do not drink and I have never done drugs. I want to graduate from high school and attend college. I know I will not do that now because I am dying.
I remember seeing portions of a movie on TV called “American Graffiti.” I watched as those students played their music and some of it was loud ...perhaps. Yet no one threatened nor raised a gun and shot in their car to do them bodily harm. It was not important at the time but now that I think back on those movie scenes all of the students were White. I wonder if that is why Michael Dunn shot into the car where I was sitting? Did he shoot because we were Black? Are racist attitudes and racism that prevalent today that you will kill me because you think my music is too loud? If I was breaking the law, why not call the police? Is playing music against the law?
All of that is moot I guess. Playing music is not in my future. Only a homicide detective...the medical examiner...the funeral director...a cemetery. I wonder if my parents will give the funeral director my favorite Blue suit and my new shoes I just got for my birthday. I do not know how this works and I cannot ask anyone. This dying sucks. I will miss my Mother and my Father and my family and my friends and my classmates and my school and my church and my neighborhood and my girlfriend and my room and my favorite foods. All this because my music was too loud? Really?
And God...thank you for helping Elect my Mother to Congress.

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