It’s day two.
Today I’m grateful for something a lot more personal, I’m grateful for the color of my skin. I’m grateful that I am BLACK.
I woke up this morning to read the news on Eric Garner, the black man that was restrained with a chokehold pose by a white police officer, that led to his death. I watched the video footage and bile rose up in my mouth. My chest was throbbing fast and all i really wanted to do in that moment was scream. The man, Eric was going to be arrested by this White Police officer, for allegedly breaking up a fight, according to the video footage. Eric told the police officer that he didnt do anything wrong and he shouldnt be arrested, few minutes after verbally refusing to be arrested. The White Police and his other White colleagues moved in to throw the obviously unarmed man on the floor while this Mr White Daniel Police officer chokeholds him. Eric is loudly heard screaming “I can’t breathe” repeatedly as the White Police officer continues to choke-hold him. His plea is echoed by the by stander who takes the video footage but the White Policer doesnt let him go, until its a little too late.
What infruiates me is the grand jury refusal to indict the White Police Officer for the criminal offence.
My heart bleeds as I read this. Last week, another grand jury refused to indict the White Policer for the killing of a black teenager in Ferguson. Then I went over to twitter and read the #crimingwhilewhite tweets. I began to feel less and less value placed on my life. So what that I am black? My life should be valued, I’m worth something. Heck! I’m worth a lot of things. My skin is not a weapon. My skin is not a crime.
Eric garners last words spoke for thousands of black people “Everytime you see me, you want to mess with me. I’m tired of it. It stops today. I’m minding my business officer, I’m minding my business. Pleas just leave me alone. I told you the last time please leave me alone. Please, Please don’t touch me. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe….”
The injustice is stifling us, we can’t breathe.
Stop messing with us. Our lives matter. Our skin is not a weapon, we are minding our business officers, we are. Our lives matter, don’t touch us. Don’t! We told you the last time in Ferguson. Stop! We can’t breathe.
I’m black and I’m proud of my skin. I’m proud of my heritage. I’m proud of what I carry with me. I carry courage, I carry strength. I can hope.
I’m grateful for my skin. I’m grateful for BLACK.
With Sugary love….