When a
police officer
is killed
it is
a tragedy.
When a
black person
is killed
it is
a statistic.
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by Heath Brougher / February 17th, 2019
When a
police officer
is killed
it is
a tragedy.
When a
black person
is killed
it is
a statistic.
This article was posted on Sunday, February 17th, 2019 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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