My brother is very funny. He has a Foghorn Leghorn voice he uses to offer ironic commentary. His wife is Thai so is his son. He is a teacher. He is a hunter too.
He called yesterday. We talked about the general unraveling of our society and guns. Foghorn Leghorn interrupted our conversation to remind me that while my brother taught gangbangers on the west coast, kids who were routinely shot, maimed, wounded, and killed, there was no serious national outcry that proposed amending the Constitution to protect those poor dark skinned children, not a peep. Foghorn reminded us that routine executions of the dark skinned children had been happening for decades. As Foghorn pointed out “People didn’t start screaming and running around like their hair was on fire until they started shooting WHITE children.” Imagine that.