In the years since the viral video of a police officer choking a woman to death became a viral sensation, it has become a topic of conversation and debate in the country.
The video of the incident, which was posted online in 2015, sparked protests across the country and spawned the hashtag #BlackLivesMatter.
Many argue that the video should not have been posted and should not be viewed by the public at large.
Critics say it is exploitative, degrading, and dehumanizing.
I’ve been told it’s racist and dehumanizes people.
I have never seen someone so afraid of the black community.
So why am I doing this?
It’s not just about money.
It’s about my soul, and I want to make sure that it stays with me.
It has taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that it is important for me to be a part of a movement that is taking this country to the next level.
I’ve been through so much to get here, and it’s not over yet.
In 2017, I moved from Florida to Los Angeles, where I lived with my parents for three years.
My family moved to California to be closer to family and I moved to New York to work as a digital content producer for a major entertainment company.
I had just finished my final semester of college, and then, as a sophomore, I had an emergency with my family.
I didn’t know what to do with myself.
During the day, I was in and out of hospital, I couldn’t eat, I lost weight, and my heart was pounding like a train.
My life was in turmoil.
When I woke up, my parents were in shock.
They didn’t understand what I had done to myself.
They were so shocked.
I thought I was going to die.
My parents called me and said, “We can’t take you to the hospital.”
I had a seizure and went into a coma.
I was not even able to breathe on my own.
At night, I went to the doctor.
I got a CAT scan and they were looking at my heart, and they couldn’t see anything.
It was so bad, and in the middle of that scan, I asked them, “Why is my heart beating so fast?”
They were like, “Because of the stress.”
I was so scared.
I felt so vulnerable.
I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could.
I just wanted to be alone.
I would walk to the mall, or I would go out and eat at restaurants, but they wouldn’t let me.
So I decided to go into the city and get myself out.
On my way to my apartment, I stopped at a grocery store to buy a pack of cigarettes.
I remember looking down and seeing the girl on the corner, a homeless girl.
She was in tears.
I started walking toward her, and she looked back and I looked back at her, she just looked at me and I thought, “You know, I could use a cigarette.”
I went right through the store.
She said, to her face, “Can I smoke?”
And I said, OK.
And then I looked at her and I said I want a cigarette.
And she was so emotional and so worried about me.
She just started crying.
And I just kept walking.
And at one point, I saw this little girl who I didn�t know, but she was crying, so I started crying too.
I went down to her apartment, and we talked for a while, and when I left, she said, ”Oh my God, I didn.� I said to myself, I can�t believe that happened.
But I wasn’t in shock when I walked into my apartment.
I knew that I had to get the cigarettes out of my mouth. I couldn�t eat.
I wasn�t even able at that point to breathe.
It was so hard.
I could not go back to my house because I had so much trauma.
I literally couldn�tee eat.
My mother had to drive me back.
I�ve never been so scared in my life.
I cried so much.
I even got a tattoo of a swastika on my arm, to remember it.
My father was so angry.
He would come into the house and yell at me, and he would say, “I don�t like this.
I don�’t like you anymore.”
My mom was angry at me for not coming back.
She was trying to push me out, and so she would try to take me to the emergency room.
As I got out of the hospital, my mom told me, “Don�t you think that you could have taken a more compassionate route?
You could have gone back home to your parents.”
I couldn`t do that.
So then I decided I had been through too much.
So, I took the video and