Can you tell me what went through his mind, as he looked around that one last time? No idea that when he woke up that morning…that his vicious murder would leave the world in mourning.
Do you think his life flashed before his eyes or was he thinking about racist indignation and all its lies? I heard him call for his mama tho, she had already died two years before. Do you think that he could see her? Just wanting to be near her…looking for comfort in all his pain because what this world witnessed was totally insane!
What about his daughters; just 6 and 22…living in a world without their father, so what are they supposed to do? Their anguish and pain drowned out by the crowd, who can they turn to for comfort and support now?
Will they be laughed at down the road; accused of having “daddy issues” or will the call for justice commit to raising our voices in protest against centuries of civil unrest?
16 times, he said that “I can’t breathe”...every time I see that video my heart just can’t believe that there are people who walk this earth without a soul. How that cop can even live with himself…I swear I don’t know. But he gets to live, while our brother is long gone, police brutality strikes again…singing that same ole song.
So what are WE going to do…yes Black people ME and YOU? How long, it’s been too long, if you wanna know the truth.
We must raise our voices in harmonious unison, stay focused, don’t get distracted by looters activities…for this is not a sprint but a marathon you see.
Let’s keep our eyes on the prize…fists raised high…so that we can ensure that it wasn’t in vain that our brother George…died!