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#JusticeForJunior
Trigger warning: I will not post the videos here, but on Instagram and Twitter the #JusticeForJunior tag is filled with the video of him being stabbed and the video of him bleeding out. If you’re sensitive to this type of graphic violence I recommend you avoid the tags.
The videos made me sick so I will not post them here, but this story needs more attention. It’s still not on the country-wide news after hours, and as far as I know even the coverage on stations local to the Bronx has been limited. I don’t have a very big platform on here, but every bit counts.
Lesandro “Junior” Guzman-Feliz, a 15 year old boy, was brutally stabbed to death today by a group of grown men, a group of damn cowards, twice his age in the Bronx. They have not been caught; this is what they look like:
BOOST THIS. YOUR REBLOG CAN HELP BRING THESE EVIL MEN TO JUSTICE.
Footage from security cameras at the store shows them violently dragging Junior outside while everyone else in the store made no attempt to help. They dragged him to the side of the building, where they were caught on camera stabbing him repeatedly with a machete.
Footage recorded from a phone shows the aftermath of the attack; people appear to be trying to help him while the cops are fucking questioning him instead of calling an ambulance.
Like I said I won’t post these videos due to their graphic content, but if you wish to see them for yourself, if you don’t believe this, you can check the tags and see.
HE THEN HAD TO RUN, AFTER BEING STABBED NEARLY TO DEATH, TO THE HOSPITAL TO GET HELP, where he later died.
Accoarding to some sources, he went out to meet his friend to pay back the $5 he owed him. Imagine you’re 15, that’s all you want to do, and you get stabbed to death. You’ll never see you’re family again. You’ll never get to graduate. You’ll never have a family of your own. All because of some wannabe “gangster” cowards. I’m 15 and I can’t even fathom…
Imagine how his mother, his sister, his family feels. The interview was th his sister. Rome my heart.
And the cops had the nerve to question him while he’s dying.
As I said this is getting close to no coverage, so
1. There may be more facts/developments in the story later, but as of the time I’m writing this, this is all the information we have because news stations don’t seem to care.
2. SPREAD 🗣 THIS 🗣 We need everyone to know what those fuckers look like. We need them caught and brought to justice.
3. Keep an eye out for his family in the media. Keep them in your prayers. Watch for a GoFundMe.
The world lost a child today.
We need change. We need everyone to know. SPREAD THIS
#JusticeForJunior
"There is no light without shadow, and there is no happiness without pain"
This is the fox Sonic knew, a person so happy and cheerful it blinded him of cruel nostalgia, almost mocking him of something he used to have. Something precious, something you can only have once. And Nine never got to savor it, as it was taken by the cruel fists and harsh oppression of life. He turned jaded, covering the last purity he had under a shield of snark and hatred for the world he was forced to grow in.
This fox, who wore his tails proudly, letting them grow, never hiding them in a sleek metal cocoon, smiled a smile Nine longed to have again, their blue eyes shimmering with wonder as they gazed upon him, as if he was worth their curiosity, of such innocent curiosity.
Nine swallowed an odd lump in their throat, feeling that pain in his chest. And he hated it. All of that cheerfulness, that sweetness, that gentle, naive soul the fluffy fox gave the world when Nine never had a chance; he loathed all of it.
But this was the only way to even be in the same world as Sonic, this is the only way he can be with Sonic, the only way he can be alive. So he tolerated the fox. He wasn't buddy-buddy with him, but he tried not to be hostile or rude. He stayed aloof, despite wanting company so bad, he stayed snarky, no matter how much it made him want to kick himself, he stayed strong and fierce, because he didn't deserve comfort that was meant for someone else.
He stayed broken and in secret sorrow, because it's the only way to feel that he's his own person; because he's just the shadow of someone who's fixed and happy.