I feel...suffocated. I dont understand. I am constantly struggling with what we do as a people, as humans. Do we try to convince others that our lives are equally as important...something that seems to be anatomically & physiologically obvious? Do we wage war in our businesses? Or do we take it to the street, forgoing those who are dismayed by violent protest, although I am dismayed and angered by the violent end to black male lives. My nephews are at risk. My godchildren are at risk. My husband is at risk. Everyones child is at risk. But more importantly, the pure fabric of this country is at risk. I know everyone was outraged when the police officers were killed. I was saddened. Your badge doesnt make you more human or immune. It shouldnt. There should be equal respect for life, regardless of these titles, pigment percentages, education, or socioeconomic standing. I am the niece of two NYPD so I feel for those families. But I feel for them the way I feel for Amadou Diallo, Yusef Hawkins, Emmett Till, And all the countless others who have been killed, maimed, castrated, and socially and economically deprived for centuries. Our pain is collective, and I am acutely aware of it every time an officer lays a hand on one of my scholars at work. I am aware of it and live in fear as my husband commutes to maintain and support our family. I forced myself to listen to this mans cries on the video because I cannot continue to shield myself in my cocoon of privilege. He deserves to have his cries heard. He deserves that. He deserved to not have a blue uniform and cold pavement be his last visions before he lost consciousness. He deserved more than that.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 22:43:53 +0000
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