En cours de chargement...
That's the graffiti that started it all... Well, no, actually, a woman tripping over Rashad at the store, making him drop a bag of crisps, was what started it all. Because it didn't matter what Rashad said next - that it was an accident, that he wasn't stealing - the policeman just kept pummeling him, over and over. So then Rashad was absent again ... and again ... stuck in a hospital room. And why ? Because it looked like he was stealing - and he was a Black kid in baggy clothes, so he.
must have been stealing. And that's how it started. And that's what Quinn, a White kid, saw. He saw his best friend's older brother, a policeman, beating the daylights out of a classmate. At first Quinn doesn't tell a soul ... But when the school starts to divide on what happened, blame spreads like wildfire. Quinn realises that, bystander or not, he's a part of history. And he just has to figure out what side of history that will be.
Rashad and Quinn - one Black, one White - face the truth that racism and prejudice are all around us. And there's a future at stake, a future where no one will have to be absent because of police brutality. They just have to risk everything they've ever known to speak out.