It’s so exhausting to follow the discussions that crop up every time an innocent black child is murdered by a cop, mainly because they are so focused on asserting the child’s innocence in the first place. And I get the necessity of this, I really do, but it’s just so frustrating to have to work to establish something that should be automatically assumed. It’s just so unfair to me that people who are hurting have to forsake their own healing and prove why “this black child didn’t deserve to die.” It’s heartbreaking to watch people who would rather be discussing literally any other aspect of this crime, have to devote so much time and energy toward ““Why this black child didn’t deserve to be shot eight times by a cop.” The fact that white people can even ask why the child didn’t deserve it, and we have to entertain them like they’ve posed a legitimate, reasonable question worthy of discussing just makes me so fucking angry. It’s a quiet anger that fills me up but has no where to go, that burns so fucking hot but then leaves me cold. I’m exhausted because I know we’ll be having the same conversation in a few months, weeks, days when another cop kills a young black child. And we’ll be back at a square one that shouldn’t exist in the first place, fighting to make people understand why a child didn’t deserve to die at all.
—Lesley McSpadden, Michael Brown’s mother (via withallsincerity)
Working on a project where I have creative control has made “real” life way more bearable imo. I spend 9 hours working and serving other people, but when I’m home, I’m responding to e-mails and giving final approval on logos and managing other production decisions. There’s just such a balance between doing what I have to do (my crappy, paying job), and what I genuinely want to be doing (my film) that I’m really enjoying. 10/10 would recommend this set-up.