You put on the biggest Sambo smiles you could muster, lathered yourselves up in honey, strapped pounds of raw salmon to your bodies, and laid in bed with a damn grizzly bear. Your justification? You hoped - with no clear indications - that bear magically decided to go vegan at some point in the 24 hours prior to your meeting. You took a gamble that the person behind the $300 Million email was really your long lost billionaire uncle from Nigeria and not some con-artist scammer. You lost that gamble, bigly.
Imagine that all of those dreams and aspirations turn into nightmares when that uncharted land turns into hostile territory. Imagine that a road trip instantly turns into a violent encounter with those charged with the obligation to protect and serve. Imagine you are transformed from bright, vibrant, and youthful into a hashtag in a matter of moments. You would be Sandra Bland.
This week we celebrated the Women's World Cup victory. We watched Hope Solo anchor a defense against the best female players in the world. We also heard very little about her delayed trial coming up in September. We even watched as the world celebrated her holding up a Golden Glove trophy (how ironic). All I could think about was "GOD DAMN she got off easy"... I wonder why?