Note: I felt called to write this original piece in December 2014, following the non-indictment of the police officer who killed Eric Garner. Some language has been updated, and the picture was edited to include George Floyd, the Black man killed by a Minneapolis police officer. May the memories of Eric Garner and George Floyd, and so many others killed by racism, be for a blessing.
I can’t breathe – as I watch the injustice and racism in the United States and the world grow.
I can’t breathe – as I witness intolerance etched on bathroom stalls and spewed at others.
I can’t breathe – as I think about all of the mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers who have to lay their loved ones to rest much too early.
I can’t breathe – as I struggle to understand their definitions of “doing their job”.
I can’t breathe – as I watch people have to work harder, or change who they are, to fit into ideas of whiteness.
I can’t breathe – as I scroll through comment after comment, tweet after tweet, of hate and bigotry.
I can’t breathe – as I feel the weight of the struggle on my shoulders.
I can’t breathe – as I hear and see the stories of police brutality.
I can’t breathe – as I see people more concerned with the nature of the protests than the injustices that harm and kill so many people.
I can’t breathe – as I feel spirits crumbling.
I can’t breathe – as I think about the people that can just ignore the issues and still “feel alright”.
I can’t breathe – as I see my optimism for humanity slowly slip away.
I can’t breathe – because injustice in our hometown, in our country, and in our world is suffocating us.
We can’t breathe.
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