Personal Narrative Essay: The Black Lives Movement

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Today, I witnessed a 14-year old boy walk onto a Cleveland public bus with a bottle of alcohol in his hand, clearly drunk and out of control. It wasn’t long until he caught the attention of the transit authority police. [3] I was on the bus along with a few Black Lives Movement activists when the police began questioning the frightened boy. We all gathered around to figure out what was going on before the cops took him into custody. It was hard on all of us to see a boy who instead of enjoying his youth was getting himself into serious trouble with the police. As he was frightened and worried, we couldn’t just leave and let him experience such a stressful event in his life alone. We decided to stay with the boy, and slowly the crowds started
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