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Harambe wouldn’t like it

On May 28, 2016 the world shook with collective grief and screams of anguish were heard across the world. On that day, all people wept. Some call the events that transpired negligence, while others suspect a more sinister plot, but the one undeniable fact is that the entire world entered a state of mourning. What began as a typical day in Cincinnati will now go down in infamy and be forever burned into the minds of all people in the civilized world. On May 28, 2016, the most beloved creature in recent memory, Harambe, was murdered in cold blood.

I remember that morning well, a scenic drive in the country, when the news came across the radio. My heart sunk to the Mariana trench — I did my best to keep from going off the road, the grief blinding me. As my car skidded into the grass on the side of the road, I fell from my still running car, barely bringing it to a stop. My stomach heaved, my vision clouded — I could do little but curl into the fetal position and wait for the paralyzing throes to subside. The video that emerged soon after did nothing to quell my emotions. I went into a stupor of whiskey and prescription Xanax to try and dull the pain. I was not successful; the images still play in my head to this day. Harambe’s murder has brought me immeasurable sorrow.
To my great dismay, some jive-ass turkey has decided that the message of our homecoming is to “grill the gorillas,” which makes my stomach churn. Who could be so insensitive in the wake of this tragedy? Who would have the gall to bring up such a fresh wound? What kind of person lacks that much empathy? I am disgusted, to say the least, at our school’s lack of foresight in letting this horrifying tag line stand.
While some people may be able to forget, many others cannot. I can understand wanting to instill school spirit, but to do so in such a disrespectful way is unacceptable. I stand with the gorillas, even if they are a rival institution. I can only hope that somewhere Harambe is smiling, applauding me for my courage, and waiting patiently for the day when we can meet again. See you at the crossroads, my one and only love, Harambe.

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