We Gon’ Be Alright: #ATLisReady Reflection


Ashleigh, Not Ashley

By now, you’ve probably heard about the thousands of people that occupied the streets of Atlanta on Friday night to protest police brutality and white supremacy. I was one of those folks. When the day started, I wasn’t sure if I would go. I waged an internal battle. My brain came up with excuse after excuse and my heart shot everyone down. I got on the train I take home and made that detour. I was wracked with anxiety from the time I stepped off the train to the car ride home. Still, I felt exhilarated. It’s the morning after and even though I feel like I got ran over by a herd of buffalo, I’m full. Dare I say, I’m happy.

But, I’m not here to gush. I have some thoughts. Let’s get into it.

Down My Niggaz: Unity

In the past, whenever someone said Black people aren’t able…

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