Everyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I champion diversity at any cost, almost to a fault. If there’s a hashtag that deals with oppression, I make sure to let my social media followers know that I support it...unless it’s one of those "no, we’re against something" hashtags, in which case I’m super against that thing.
In the past, I’ve been accused of living in a bubble and not actually interacting with any of the people I speak on behalf of, but statistically speaking, I probably have black friends, right?
Considering my 10K Twitter followers, 4,998 Facebook friends, all the Snapchat Premium subscribers I have and the Burners from last summer, there have to be at least a few black people in there. I’m sure of it. I mean, there was that one girl from class...
Besides, everyone knows that if you actually count your black friends, you don’t have any in real life. So, let’s just estimate, that even if only 2% of Oregon is African-American, that means I know at least 200, right? Now that I think about it, that’s super accepting. Hey...I try to be a good person and a role model for others.
Lakeesha! That was her name. She sat in back.
