Black lives matter, I’m outraged by the taking of a life, any life. That being said, don’t all lives matter?

I’ll never know what it is like to be black. I’ll never understand what it is like to be Native American, Asian, Indian, or anything else. The only thing I can understand is being considered white trash when I was younger.

I can understand hunger, poverty, cochroaches, and living below the poverty level as a child. That has stayed with me all of my years. Just as my mothers teachings on her knee have taught me that we are all the same, no matter what the color of our skin.

Simply put, probably, truthful — absolutely.