My step dad almost died when he lost his arm at work. He immigrated here from Mexico (like my mother)
A black man took his shirt off and held my stepdad in his arms applying pressure to the wound.
He kept my stepdad from bleeding out. My stepdad invited him and his family to our church (Mexican) where people thanked him, cried of joy for him. And my step dad made a speech.
He said "we all have been taught to think of black people as criminals and bad, but if it weren't for this Man, I wouldn't be alive."
It was a beautiful moment because lots of people attended mass that day.
That story never made the news even though the doctors called my step dad Milagro (Miracle)
I love black people. Yall tripping for thinking we're not stuck in the same struggle