George Floyd

May 27th, 2020

I don’t know what to say.

I always have a lot of things to say but it’s usually about things that don’t matter.

Black lives matter.

My lack of an immediate response isn’t because I’m not feeling anything; I’m feeling too much.

I’m sad, and I’m disgusted, and I’m fucking angry.

For those of you asking for “all the facts”; the police made an official statement before the video was released, and it addressed nothing that we saw. There’s your fucking facts.

And I see all these petitions, and places to donate, and lists of things white people can do to make our neighborhoods a better place for others, and none of that stuff seems to matter.

Because none of that stuff will have stopped George Floyd, begging for his mom while having his breath taken away, from being murdered.

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know what to say.

But I know that putting the people responsible for this away is the first of many, many steps we can take. Not for justice, because George Floyd was never allowed that grace. No, towards showing the world that these coward racists, who are emboldened from our current establishment down, do not represent the majority of us.

Let’s say George Floyd’s name so we can put an end to this list.