The Hate U Give*
"A man . . . should know either everything or nothing. Which do you know?" (The Importance of Being Earnest, 2002). I, twenty-three-year-old Jenny, know nothing. That's not to say I don't have moments were I do think I know everything. Like when Rob asked me out to the movies this week. He asked me if I wanted to see "The Hate U Give." I'd seen an ad, and I knew vaguely it was about a black teenage girl who witnesses an unarmed black friend of hers get shot. I was pretty excited that Rob wanted to see such a progressive movie. A kid from my high school was shot by police. He was black. He was unarmed. One fortunate but also unfortunate thing was that the cops who shot him were wearing body cameras. I have seen the final moments of my friend's life. I did not know him well; If I saw him in the hall, I would say hi, but we weren't much closer than that. His name was Elijah and he had an outstanding traffic violation fine against h