What Black America wants is simple. We want those with the guns to be more cautious and sensible with our lives. We want the rules not to bend to whiteness when they fuck up. We want motherfuckers to stop being so fucking racist. We want our lives to matter.
During the stop a puzzled Nazario asks the officers “What’s going on?”
“What’s going on is you’re fixing to ride the lightning, son,” one officer yells back.
You can’t make sense of crazy, it will only make you lose your mind.