Hi, I'm Joanne. Lynda is my older sister. A horrible memory I'll never forget is Bloody Sunday. That day had to be the scariest day of my life. I'll never forget Lynda's bloody face and head. I remember I was held in a stranger's arms. I believe I was passed out. I woke up to Lynda assuming I was dead. Lynda and I ran to the nearest church we could find and some kind black folk helped clean Lynda up and brought her to a hospital. I was terrified. I hope I'll never have to experience anything like that again. The crowd of white people was very scary. They were beating us and yelling racial slurs. You could feel how much hatred they had in them. Do they not understand that we won't stop until we get what we want? Equality. Is that so hard to give? It's challenging to understand why people would want to hurt or even kill me just because I'm black. Just that fact kills me inside. It sickens me. People need to do better, be better. Embrace differences. Treat people like people. I shouldn't be the one to change who I am, or what I look like, or how I talk. Nobody does. Y'all just have to get used to us.Get used to people who aren't only like you. We need uniqueness. We need change. We need differences.
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