I live in a country where a police officer can kill a black man on camera with an illegal choke-hold, ON CAMERA, and not be held accountable–or at the very least brought to trial to stand in front of a jury of his peers to plead his case. I am disgusted.
I am sick. I am angry. I am pissed. I am exasperated, frustrated, and so so tired of this. I expected more. I wanted more. I needed culpability. I needed care. I don’t understand, nor want to understand why or how the video wasn’t enough, so don’t tell me…
I could sit here and preach to you some pulpit bull spit about how accidents happen, or how being culturally appropriated is okay because we matter, our lives matter, our sons, brothers, lovers, uncles matter… But that would be a lie.
Everyday we walk around with a target on our back that no amount of soap can wash off. Moments like this, where authority figures murder our sons and go unchecked, are warnings…. This could happen to you. This could happen to me. This could be us. This could be someone we love, someone we know, or have never met…and whoever would come for us would equally go unchecked.