I Can’t Breathe

i-cant-breathe

The recent headlines of young black men and boys dying at the hands of white police officers is astonishing to me. Recently, there was another African-American mother who came forth about her young son’s sudden death. Apparently, there was a call made to the Cleveland Police Department about a little boy who was in the park with a “gun”. This little boy, Tamir Rice, was only 12-years old and in the sixth grade. From the looks of the video, it seems that this officer was not informed, or simply did not care, that this was a call about a little boy and NOT a grown man. I say this because literally seconds after the officer arrived on the scene, he drew his gun, shot and killed young Tamir. All of this definitely has me asking what is really going on?

When is enough, enough? If people don’t wake up and realize that racism is still alive and well in America then they are doing themselves, and everyone around them, a great disservice. There is such a thing as white privilege and it is becoming more and more prevalent in this world that we live in. I love everyone and teach my children to do the same so there is no hate coming from here. Please hear my heart… There is something to be said when young black boys and men can have their lives taken without thought. This is a problem whether we want to admit to it or not. It’s sad to say but if these same things were happening to young white boys and men, this would not even be a conversation because it would have been addressed by now.

I think that before we can move forward as a country and as a people, we must first address the elephant in the room. It seems that no one wants to talk about this which is probably why, all across the world, many young people are protesting. There comes a time when change must happen and when that does not happen on it’s own, there are those who will make it happen. What I see is a reenactment of many a movements back in the days immediately following slavery. During the times of Civil Rights protests and Dr. King’s dream. Our young black mens’ dreams are dying right along with them and I do not understand how no one else sees this as a problem.

As the mother of 2 black sons, I am appalled at how careless these officers can be and still get away with it. They get to continue on with their lives while these young boys and men are gone, never to be able to laugh again, speak again, DREAM again. How is this okay? Why are more people not concerned about this? What makes it so that certain people’s lives are seen as more valuable than others? A change needs to come and I truly pray that it will come in my lifetime.

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