1) A (young) (flighty) (Afro-Brazilian) (female) graduate student who I know socially was saying that she only found out who Charlie Kirk was when he had made an appearance on the local campus a while ago and there were all these security checkpoints set up for him, and she had to ask what was happening.
“I was glad when I didn’t know him,” she was like.
She also teaches a popular music class and has different music cued up when the students walk in, so the very next class after his assassination, she had playing that one song “Protect Ya Neck,” and she said she saw several students covering their mouths gleefully like, “Oh no, oh my god, she didn’t do that,” and like poking each other in disbelief.
2) My one (younger) (skinny) (Latino-American) coworker at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now was saying very clearly that he’s not advocating for violence and doesn’t want anyone killed, and if he had his way, no-one would ever die of gun violence ever again, but there’s also some clip showing Charlie Kirk defending random deaths as the price of the Second Amendment.
“So, on some level, he was okay with his own death,” he was like. “There’s only so sorry you can feel for that.”
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