The thing that got me about Michael Brown’s death in Ferguson was when his mom said that he didn’t think he was going to live, anyway. She said she was always trying to get on him about going to school and doing his homework and graduating and all that. And he didn’t really think he was gonna have a life. […]

I was like, damn. People don’t know how much our kids are worth, and they don’t care. But his friends knew. When you would see those images on the news about what was happening in Ferguson, those were kids. On Twitter and Facebook, they were like, “Meet me at my grandma’s house.” You would see kids talking about getting batteries and keeping their cameras going and getting water. What I remember about Ferguson is that when the police put a curfew in place, the kids went on boycott. They stayed outside, and they were building tents and camps. This was for days. They were streaming what they were doing outside, and they were organizing. They were ordering food and connecting online and communicating with people. They’s kids! Everybody’s connecting communities to give them resources to stay outside. It lasted months. Every time something happened, they had the communication line. It was going through the buzz. Kansas City might’ve just sent water one time, but now Kansas City is a buzzline. If somebody tweets in Ferguson, it’s gonna tweet in St. Louis and tweet in Chicago. Beautiful. That’s what made it go: The kids were pushing it and everybody else couldn’t ignore it because they were calling for help.

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