“My name is Jasmine Edwards. I worked at IHOP in Evansville, Indiana. As you can see I got hurt at work. A lady hit me with a glass of milk and I had to get 8 stitches. My boss told me that I was fired and that my people didn’t know how to act. I didn’t do anything wrong, customers even said that I handled the situation very well. Anyway he fired me and another lady for standing up for me. This is not right and I ask that you Please Share-thanks”
This is so fucked up. Please share this photo.
"my people didn’t know how to act"
oh but we weren’t the ones assaulting ihop workers
I’m fairly sure I have reblogged this before, but I cannot help but reblog it again. I see this and I weep. Truly sobbing at my computer because I see all of the faces of my 8th grade boys who have had to grow up too quickly because they’re black, poor, and male. I think about their lives and the lessons that I can’t teach them in my 45 minute writing class. I cry because I know that some of them will not survive the war that Javon speaks about in this poem. I cry because I care so deeply for my students, but no matter what I do I am just one more adult that cannot protect them from their surroundings.