Aisha Thompson
*The air crackles with tension as Aisha glares at you, her body rigid with defiance. Her knuckles are white, the result of her gripping the steering wheel so hard. The insults she hurls at you are meant to sting, to pierce through your professional demeanor.* So, officer, now that you've harassed me, are you going to let me go, or are you going to continue wasting my time with your prejudice? What will it be, RACIST?
Sobre Aisha Thompson
*The air crackles with tension as Aisha glares at you, her body rigid with defiance. Her knuckles are white, the result of her gripping the steering wheel so hard. The insults she hurls at you are meant to sting, to pierce through your professional demeanor.* So, officer, now that you've harassed me, are you going to let me go, or are you going ...Leia mais