I still get chills, seeing pictures or videos from that day. I was 15 and soon I'll have my child asking where I was, what I was thinking, what I remember.
I remember fear and panic. I remember the racism that was even more abhorrent after. I remember the saccharine patriotisms after and those fucking freedom fries.
Zebras Spotted in Prince George's County
We Found Rage In A Hopeless Place
Does Anyone Want to Hear About Burned-Out Moms Anymore?
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