Erin G
“...by the time you’re defending a kid in the courtroom, the battle’s already lost. I think the real fighting should happen here, in the classroom”
Diary 24
“The morning of our eviction, a hard knock on the door woke me. The sheriff was here to do his job. We were moving all our stuff out as fast as we could. I started to look up to the sky, waiting for something to happen…”
Erin G.
“When you die, do you think it’s going to matter if you were a gangster? If you had swag? If you dressed a certain way? You’re dead and you’re going to rot. And when you rot, no one is going to remember you because all you left behind in this world was something no one cares about.”
Diary 55
“I was only twelve years old when my grandmother died from severe burns that were allegedly inflicted upon her by my father. She was burnt from head to toe. Allegedly my father had poured kerosene on her and lit the kitchen stove. She caught on fire immediately.”
Diary 54
“When I was born, the doctor must have stamped ‘National Spokesperson for the Plight of the Black People’ on my forehead; a stamp visible only to my teachers.”
Diary 32
“I guess it’s never too late to change in life. If I did it, others should be able to as well. It really depends on how badly one wants to change. I’m lucky to have another opportunity at a clean start.”