Rachel

“DeVante. Khalil. Neither one of them thought they had much of a choice. If I were them, I’m not sure I’d make a much better one.”
― Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

“Funny how it works with white kids though. It’s dope to be black until it’s hard to be black.”
― Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

“I don't have to wait around for her to change. I can let go.”
― Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

“A lump forms in my throat as the truth hits me. Hard. “That’s why people are speaking out, huh? Because it won’t change if we don’t say something.” “Exactly. We can’t be silent.” “So I can’t be silent.” Daddy stills. He looks at me. I see the fight in his eyes. I matter more to him than a movement. I’m his baby, and I’ll always be his baby, and if being silent means I’m safe, he’s all for it. This is bigger than me and Khalil though. This is about Us, with a capital U; everybody who looks like us, feels like us, and is experiencing this pain with us despite not knowing me or Khalil. My silence isn’t helping Us. Daddy fixes his gaze on the road again. He nods. “Yeah. Can’t be silent.”
― Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give