We huddled around the TV set at work waiting for the results of the indictment. Surely, there would have to be some ramifications right? A boy was dead. He was someone’s son. We all knew the officer wouldn’t get heavy time BUT something would happen right? They can’t just let him loose right? There was video, photos, tangible evidence, and witnesses.
The stench from the defecation of the elephant in the room was stifling.
Everyone has an opinion but all I can think of is his parents. How can he be a threat over 100 feet away with his hands in the air? He’s been labeled a “thug” because of a cigar robbery. So murdering troubled teens is excusable by law? In this “post racial society” the salve used doesn’t seem to soften the blow. Talk about adding insult to injury.
We struggle for words.
We struggle for action.
I stayed on the writer’s block for weeks, literally at a loss for words. I stayed on the writer’s block where a boy was killed. I waited four hours for inspiration. Nothing arose. No words were good enough.
I started this post days ago.
While I was stuck, people have been out in high numbers. While I was stuck, people of all colors have been bound together by intolerance. People have been bound together by love of human life not just Black life.
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