Movie title: The Hate U Give
True Fact is that Black Kids deal with judgment and evaluation without any consideration.... That's what the scene is about.... The judgment of people based on color is a TRUE fact anyone claiming I'm wrong have NEVER been Judged
I was shocked.
I thought feeling exhausted every afternoon was because I wasn't getting enough sleep.
Not stress. Not dehydration. Not my diet.
Just sleep.
So I tried everything.
Going to bed earlier. Sleeping in on weekends. Melatonin. Expensive supplements.
Nothing changed.
Then a doctor asked me one question that stopped me in my tracks ↓
Every mealtime, Jimmy secretly poisoned the food just to take down the 300lb prison bu!!ly... Then used his body to escape in the coffin! The chase that followed was ins@ne
A few years ago, I was working so much overtime that my apartment felt more like a storage unit than a home.
One night, I got back around 1:30 a.m. after a 14-hour shift.
The moment I opened my front door, I knew something was wrong.
Every drawer in the living room had been pulled out and dumped onto the floor. Couch cushions were ripped open. My bedroom looked like someone had turned it upside down and shaken it.
Then I noticed the shattered window.
Someone had broken in while I was at work.
I called 911.
The dispatcher was calm, but when the responding officer arrived, his first question wasn't what had been stolen.
It was:
"Are you sure you want a crime scene unit? They're backed up tonight."
I actually thought he was joking.
My apartment had been burglarized. The place was destroyed. Of course I wanted investigators.
So I waited.
And waited.
Nearly three hours later, a forensic technician finally showed up.
She spent most of the visit looking annoyed that she had been called out in the middle of the night. At one point she knocked over a framed photo of my late father while dusting for fingerprints.
The glass cracked.
She didn't acknowledge it.
Didn't apologize.
Didn't even pick it up.
By the time the report was finished, it was almost 5:00 a.m.
I was exhausted, angry, and just wanted to sleep.
Then I noticed something sitting next to my kitchen table.
A large black case.
The forensic technician had left it behind.
Curious, I opened it.
Inside was thousands of foreign currencies' worth of equipment: fingerprint powders, evidence bags, collection tools, cameras, official paperwork—the entire kit she had used in my apartment.
I honestly couldn't believe it.
I called the department.
About an hour later there was a knock on my door.
I expected the technician.
Instead, a lieutenant was standing there.
The look on his face told me he already knew how bad this was.
He apologized repeatedly and assured me they would "handle the matter internally."
I handed him the case and closed the door.
I didn't have the energy to argue.
What still amazes me isn't that my apartment got robbed.
Criminals commit crimes.
What stuck with me was how the........