George Floyd. Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Philando Castile, Breonna Taylor.
These are all names of Black Americans killed by the police or systemic racism. These are all names I should not know. These are all people who should be alive and living in general obscurity.
Instead they are people, part of a ever growing list, of Black Americans killed by police, or killed with no justice because our system allows – or encourages it.
I have been uncharacteristically quiet on this matter, and I apologize. Perhaps I’m fatigued from the onslaught that is 2020. That’s not an excuse. Because I might be fatigued, but I am not dead.
I have said it before, and I will say it again. Black. Lives. Matter. This shouldn’t be controversial. This is simple to understand. Black Lives Matter Too.
I’ve written before on race issues on this site. Boggled that Nazis still exist. Sure that Racism is dying. (For the record, I still believe this. I have to, because things have to get better, but we have to make them get better). But I am not stupid. I know we have to continue to fight, to speak up, to make racism die and to fight for the future we want. I have two children. I want them to grow up in an America where our words match our actions. Liberty and Justice for all. Right to the pursuit of happiness. All men (people) are created equal.
I have no more words, other than
Black Lives Matter.