when you say the names tamir rice, it is sickening. i would just like to be in the world, as complicated, or not put together, or good as i -- as any other person could be and not be a reflection on my race or my community or say something about who i am. i want to not worry about the fact that i have a 14-year-old nephew who may not be knowledge who people may not acknowledge as this beautiful boy who loves baseball and it's a good student and a thoughtful kid, who has a little sister at home in older brothers. the world may not see him the way i see him. that keeps me up at night. that scares me because, truth is, he can die, today, for doing nothing other than walking around, listening to his car radio, too loudly, listening to his earphones but not tearing someone to freeze or to stop. i think this idea of the world i want to live in, um, black fears -- and i say black people in particular because that is the community i come from and that is where i am speaking from and i have to be honest about that. black fears of white people a