The thing that I feel most people don't understand about #blacklivesmatter, to me, is that having grown up in East Cleveland, and having a black husband and mixed daughter, I fear every time they leave the house, and while statistically, yes, more whites are killed by cops, but ask yourself the question, are you afraid to walk into a store with a hoodie on? Protest against a cop when the cop is in the wrong? Pull out an ID? Because I know I am not, but my baby's father is. That's the sad truth about racial profiling — And the very real existence that black people face daily.