#GeorgeFloyd

On March 25, 2020 something horrible happened. A life was unjustly taken. I saw social media flooded with posts of people's heartache, and anger, and desire for change, a desire to see more justice in our society. One of those social media posts was from my friend who has given me permission to share here. I waited until today, one month from when this horrible act occurred, to post here, as a reminder that we cannot forget. We cannot forget George, we cannot forget our country's history, we cannot forget! I believe the life lost on this day will not be in vain. We won't let it be in vain. We can't forget so we won't stop until change happens.

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. (Micah 6:8)

Here it is!

When I think about #georgefloyd...

I’m no longer in my cozy home, curled up with my family. I’m standing on a street corner in Minneapolis, the smell of fried shrimp sandwiches wafting through the air. There are others there, too. We watch as police officers arrest George, a black man who none of us know but have all seen. One person pulls out their phone to record the scene. Then another. And another. George is handcuffed and his body is pressed to the ground. Gravity gone rogue. A knee to his neck. He can’t move. He can’t breathe. I don’t move. I don’t breathe. George squirms and shakes and whisper-screams for his mama, who is not there. But I am there. We are there. We lie down, bellies scraping the dirty concrete. We look into George’s eyes and see our sons, our husbands, our neighbors, our friends, our enemies, our parents, and their parents. We see babies and soldiers and uncles and aunts. We see the rich and the poor, the happy and the sad. We see the then and the now... George stops. We must start.