allow me to play you the words smallest Violin
I’m suppose to care that a white man felt guilty over a picture he took of of a child and animal waiting to pick at its body killed himself?
yeah, i’m not feeling too bad for dude.
Today, I saw a turtle in the middle of the road. I almost didn’t realize it was turtle until it was nearly too late. Luckily, I was able to avoid crushing the poor thing.
I pulled into my drive way, walked down the street in the rain to the turtle. I plucked it out of the street and carefully settled Turtle near some trees, several feet away from the road.
MOTHERFUCKER COULDN’T PICK A STARVING CHILD IN HIS ARMS AND DROP THE CAMERA?!
The ways in which whiteness must always center itself as the core of the universe, even in demanding sympathy as it engages in evil action. Oh, ok.