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My message: I don’t want to be another hashtag

Dear future president, I am scared to grow up. I am scared to not be in the protection of my mother and father. I am scared that when its time to go to college, thousands of miles away from my parents, I’m going to be harassed by a police officer. I see African Americans getting…
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ShaVon Luckey

October 12, 2016

Dear future president,

I am scared to grow up. I am scared to not be in the protection of my mother and father. I am scared that when its time to go to college, thousands of miles away from my parents, I’m going to be harassed by a police officer.

I see African Americans getting shot and killed on a weekly basis on the news and I don’t want to be another hashtag. I don’t want to be that other black girl who was gunned down at a traffic stop.

I want my future president to help put a stop to this abuse. I need my future president to help me make sure I have a future and that my brother and sisters have a future as well.

Sincerely,

ShaVon Luckey

CHAMPS Charter High School

Winnetka, Calif.

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