The original picture is somewhere on Anderson Cooper’s blog.
The day after the shooting I walked into a Tim Hortons in Toronto and as I stood in line this man walked past me and I gasped and almost fell back. He was white, and the simple fact of what had happened had traumatized me miles and miles away. It had made me fear, made me weep, so I cannot imagine what the victims felt.
I was brought up in a home where I was taught that I could do anything, so I grew up thinking I could be anything, see anything. But then one day I realized that there are these odds that exist, and they’re stacked way way against me. From the kara on my wrist and more, they saw me as different, and although my mom told me different was good, not here it wasn’t.
But I am glad to be born into this struggle, it makes us beautiful, gives us humility, and within that, I hope we find peace.