It was 11:45 p.m. when I couldn't stop scrolling through Twitter reading the Mizzou hashtag. I couldn't grasp what was really happening. I could no longer feel anything but the disgusting hatred being demonstrated nine hours and 21 minutes, 548 miles away.
It was 12:00 a.m. when I was walking to a friend's house. Leaving my concern behind a locked screen in my back pocket. Convincing myself that if I didn't read the tweets, they weren't really there.
It was 12:10 a.m. when I walked up Smith Street. My breathing was labored, not because of the steep hill with unevenly laid bricks, but because I started thinking again. Viscous words from Yik Yak posts, here in Athens—that I had seen myself—intruded my thoughts. The Yik Yak question was "Do students at OU believe racism is still an issue?"
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It was 12:35 a.m. when I noticed the bright clusters of stars peaking through the trees. It was time to act.
What could I do? I had to do something.
We have to do something.
It is 4:39 a.m. and I am asking you to do something.
Join Ohio University's chapter of NAACP at Scripps Amphitheater Wednesday, November 11, 2015 at 4:30 p.m. to join in solidarity and show our support for Mizzou's threatened students.