hello.

I've been increasingly craving a space for some longer pieces of writing about nothing in particular. How I'm feeling. The things I think about. Stories from my life that don't quite fit the mold of social media.

So I'm trying this out. This might be my only post here, or this might be a thing. Let's find out!

that time I watched the cops beat someone up

This upsetting essay has been making the rounds today, about a woman held at gunpoint by cops for "breaking in" to her own apartment.

Her story powerfully and rightly centers the intersection of white supremacy and police violence. I'm going to tell my own little story here which is only about police violence. Not to pull attention away from the very real impact of racism in these issues, but to reinforce how endemic this problem is.

( CW: detailed description of police violence and social indifference )