That's the sidewalk graffiti that started it all...
Well, no, actually, a lady tripping over Rashad at the store, making him drop a bag of chips, was what started it all. Because it didn't matter what Rashad said next-that it was an accident, that he wasn't stealing- the cop just kept pummeling him, over and over, so then Rashad, an ROTC kid with mad art skills, was absent again...and again...stuck in a hospital room. Why? Because it looked like he was stealing. And he was a black kid in baggy clothes. So he must have been stealing.
And that's how it started.
And that's what Quinn, a white kid, saw. He saw his best friend's older brother beating the daylights out of a classmate. At first Quinn doesn't tell a soul...The whole thing was caught on camera, anyway. But when a school starts to divide on what happened, blame spreads like wildfire fed by ugly words like "racism" and "police brutality." Quinn realizes that, bystander or not, he's a part of history. And he just… Read More