You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard.
Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again."
My grandparents surprised me in Durango and took me out to dinner and it was just so sweet. I miss them all the time so much and we just sat and talked about our Pueblo People’s history and they gave me all the village gossip and Im crying because I don’t want them to leave. My Grandpa was so cute sitting there enjoying his tatanka burger. Please, don’t leave me in granola ass Durango!!!
If whats happening in Ferguson was happening to an all white community, it would be called a dystopian novel
#and all actions against the police would be heroic and daring#and the plucky white protags would be encouraged to use violence to stop the injustice