“I hope he burns in hell…”

After what I saw, I whispered to myself, “I hope he burns in hell.” Is it possible to hate injustice and still love people?

“Burn It Down”

“It’s not right!” He stuck a pack of matches in his pocket, jumped on his bike and pedaled for 6 miles to the mans barn. He was gonna burn it down. Imagine the repercussions of a young black male burning down a white farmer’s barn in the 60’s.