"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Imagine how dark your heart must be to place your knee on a handcuffed mans neck, hear him say 'I can’t breath' multiple times and yet continue to watch him suffocate under the weight of your body," Jackie Hill Perry writes.
