25 May, 2020

George Floyd #ICan'tBreathe


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.

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