Gone

Dear Diary,

Today Mr. Petersburg heard some of his co-workers talking about a recent arrest. Apparently, a young black walking down the street "bumped" into a white teenager girl. A man standing by saw and contacted the police. The police came and arrested the man for assault. This caused African-Americans across America to protest against the police force. Even though most of the pretest was peaceful, police said that they had to take drastic measure and forcefully remove the threat. If any of the protesters used self-defense, they were immediately arrested for assaulting a police officer.

You know, I wasn't really shocked by what happened. No, we accepted that kind of reaction from the law. Their ingenuity for ridiculous punishments is impressive to say the least. What got us was that the young man walking just happened to be my sister’s good friend Ivan. We couldn't believe that he was in jail over something so... TRIVIAL! Once I found out, I was instantly bombarded by a sea of emotions. I felt hurt that people thought so low of my kind. I felt betrayed because the very government that was supposed to protect its people allowed such outrageous things to happen. I was scared for Ivan. What about his family? What if he can't adapt to prison life? What if they kill him? Lastly, I left anger. I was angry that this happened. I was angry that no one was standing up for us. But, most of all, I was angry that I could do anything to help him.

AAAAHHHH I just want this to be over...soon.