“I’m standing at the intersection of Dwight and Shattuck in Berkeley with my hands in the air, shouting, “Hands up! Don’t shoot!”
Another liberal attention whore writing a “book”.
Here is how her book might begin:
While those of privilege were doing their obscene religious winter festival shopping at the malls, I joined others of conscience for a demonstration at the intersection of Dwight and Shattuck in Berkeley. Four hours later, When I awoke in the hospital from a serious concussion, the doctor explained to me that I was the victim of the “knockout game” compliments a young African-American male in dreadlocks. Although the white power structure police wanted me to press charges, I forgave my attacker. After all, it was really society’s fault, not his.