The whole world is looking at Baltimore right now as the continuation of a long and volatile narrative that spans generations. There have been numerous comments on the topic, and countless people on my news feed, on the news, and across social media have weighed in. My wife and I have been staunch supporters of the peaceful protests, but it's easy to understand why tempers are raging among the community's youth. A lot of people (including the media) point fingers and say, "Well, they are just ruining their neighborhood" or "These 'thugs' should try to enact positive change." One thing I constantly notice is that the people making these claims are middle to upper class white people. I'm not black, I've never been black, I will never be black. I'm also not poor and living in the poverty stricken streets of the inner city. I don't understand what it's like to have a broken family unit. I don't know what it's like to wonder when my next meal will be. I don't understand what it's like to be systematically targeted by the police who are supposed to be your protectors and suffer abuses all of your life. I just don't know. So when someone who does know tries to make change and nothing is done, I can understand why the frustrations would run high. I don't support the violent riots that shook Baltimore on Monday night, but I can understand the frustration that would lead to them. I can understand that when everything looks bleak and you feel helpless, you act out, especially when you are young and don't know better. I don't condone, but I understand.
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