I am beside myself. I am disgusted. And I am sad. This is country is a sad place to live. I’ve been struggling to find the words, I don’t even know if I can find them here and now. All I can think about is George Floyd.
Last Monday, George Floyd, a black man, was killed by not one but four police officers. One of them kneeling on his neck until he stopped breathing. He pleaded for him to stop, saying “please I can’t breathe.” But did he stop? No, he killed him. Why? Probably because of the color of skin. why else would you do that?
That sentence has been with me since I watched the video, I can’t get it out of my mind. “Please I can’t breathe.” The man was completely helpless. And I know all too well what feeling helpless against the police feels like. It’s almost unexplainable.
It’s a scary feeling to know that the people who we are taught will protect us, are really the people who we should be afraid will kill us. And what’s even scarier is the white supremacy that surrounds us. No matter that happens, the white people seem to be the victim here.
Now they’re pretending to be the victim because “they didn’t know how bad things were.” It’s too late for innocence and shock. It’s too late to pretend you didn’t know how bad things have got. Things have always been bad and it’s time to stop pretending. Also, stop posting about it on social media just for attention and likes.
George Floyd lost his life but he wasn’t the only one. What about Breonna Taylor? What about Treyvon Martin? The only thing that separates me from them, is luck. The only reason the police didn’t kill me the day I had my encounter with them, was luck.
We are killed every day. This is happening every day. And it’s only by white people. That’s been the case for 100s of years and it’s no shocker that it’s still happening now. The only way it’s going to stop is if you get off your phones, stop posting on social media, and get out there with us.