I found myself thinking of a little rabbit in the middle of a research laboratory, surrounded by strangers wearing big white gowns and glasses. I’m thinking about how scary it must be to be there or if the little animal will end up with life after the testing it will be used for. What’s that person holding it in his hands? Who’s able to do this to a poor, innocent animal?

I’m wondering, in other words, if the little rabbit could talk, what he will be telling—or yelling— to the scientist that is now applying the vaccine to the animal and doesn’t stop even when the little rabbit is screaming as if he will be asking for help to his enemy.

What I have in common with this little animal, I suspect, is that we both live in a world full of injustice, where sometimes our voice is hushed and our opinion doesn’t matter because people aren’t listening to us.

Where I suspect that we will both grow up amid racism, segregation, and injustice, and defend our beliefs and values ​​until the moment we die.

The little rabbit probably used to lay down on the grass in the shade of the trees and run through a field of wheat. So do I. But there is a category of people who don’t care about the small thing—moments— in life, others who don’t care if you are an innocent living being or not,  they will use you for their convenience, ruining your life with vaccines that will create a tumor inside you in order to ”save other peoples lives”

I suspect that you also have these people in your mind, in fact, as you read this. I am trying not to become one of them.

Is there a difference between us and the little rabbit? I’m not sure about now. For now, let’s just acknowledge it is a difference; We can talk, the little rabbit can not. Let’s raise our voices and defend them.