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RIP     YOU ARE LOVED     REST IN PEACE     YOU ARE LOVE     REST IN POWER
"Rest in power" refers to any unjust deaths, past and present, due to systemic racist violence – including those who died in earlier civil rights struggles and lynchings.

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