The Damage That White Onlookers Inflict
I want white people to stop killing us. I also want white people to stop watching us get killed.
by Rebecca Carroll
Jun 03, 2020
4 minutes
One summer when I was about 7, a white girl almost drowned me.
We were splashing around in Lake Winnepocket on a sunny afternoon. The lake was crowded as usual, and Kelly—as I will call her—offered to carry me out to the big rock. The big rock was about 25 feet from the shore, and served as a marker for where the lake bed took a sharp dip and got dangerously deep. Most of the younger kids who swam at Winnepocket knew not to go past that rock, whether they could swim or not. I didn’t know how to swim, but I loved
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