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| Christmas 2013 |
Yesterday would have
been my daughter’s 8th birthday. She was born in Minnesota, the twin
cities.
Today George Floyd was
murdered in her place of birth.
Tomorrow marks one
month since I was awakened at dawn by my neighbors chanting from their roof top “White Power”.
It's been a hell of a
month.
Although my daughter
died of natural causes, the loss of a child is a pain I wish for no
one.
What does it feel like
to be suffocated? Air cut off, begging for help, begging for
release? Pinned to the ground, handcuffed, with people standing around
watching as you suffocate to DEATH?
George Floyd is no
longer alive to tell us. And if he was alive. . . who would
listen?
George Floyd and I are
the same age, would this same thing have happened to me if I spoke out
against something I didn’t believe?
We all know the answer
to that.
George Floyd got the
death penalty because he was black.
Racism is real.
He died because a white officer didn’t listen or respond to his repeated pleas
for help, for air, for life. Face your biases.
BLACK LIVES MATTER.
