It is beyond my comprehension, however, that as I celebrated another year with confetti cake and brightly lit birthday candles standing tall in the globs of rainbow chip frosting spread by my 2-year old daughter, that someone else would never see another birthday -- or another cake decorated by one of his own children -- again.
It is hard to believe...hours after I scraped my birthday cake plate clean, loaded up our dishwasher and hit the "clean" cycle, a man selling CDs hundreds of miles away would soon take his last breath by no choice of his own.
It is infuriating...as I held my 3-month old baby girl and rocked her back to sleep last night, there was a man -- a father -- cradled in a fetal position on hard concrete after police pinned his body on the ground and killed him in cold blood.
I am sick. I am tired. And I'm sick and tired of watching people justify the murders of black bodies in the hands of individuals who are sworn to serve and protect us.
There are those who may say, "He deserved it," or, "He wasn't listening to police," or, "He had a criminal record. A gun..."
To you I say this:
More than 120 black Americans have died in the hands of police officers this year. Approximately 10 percent of those individuals were unarmed
(Source: Washington Post database).
I am terrified for my children to grow up in this world littered with hate and prejudice and violence; I am worried about their birth families who are part of OUR family and whether they'll be around to share in another milestone...
I am embarrassed, outraged and saddened that we allow this to continue to happen...
Trayvon MartinTamir RiceSandra BlandEric GarnerMike BrownFreddie Gray...
I am infuriated that a white man who rapes an unconscious woman gets three months in jail while a black man selling CDs gets shot and killed in cold blood by police.
What will it take for this racial profiling to STOP?
What will it take for us to value the lives of black men and women?
People are DYING, and if you're able to sit back and act like this is no big deal or somehow continue to justify or explain this away, then you are precisely part of the problem.
Rest in peace.
These Are Our Children
To The White Momma Of A Black Child
Stop Choosing Silence