Ma’Khia Bryant, Duante Wright, George Floyd

Ma’Khia Bryant, Duante Wright, George Floyd

Happy, angry, afraid.

As we rejoiced in the “Guilty on all charges” verdict of Derek Chauvin, 15-year-old Ma’Khia Bryant had just been murdered by a white police officer in Columbus, Ohio. The use of a taser would have been effective in stopping Ma’Khia. It would have given the police officers the opportunity to form a clearer picture of what was going on.

Why is it that a trained police officer’s first reaction to a scene involving people of color is to shoot first and ask questions later?  Violence is the first thing that seems to come to their minds.  How many more lives must we lose to the people who have sworn to protect and serve us? Or have those police officers only sworn to protect and serve people who look like them?

I am not saying that all cops are bad, but more and more I am starting to think about their motives.  In April of this year, 20-year-old Duante Wright was murdered by a female police officer outside of Minneapolis, Minnesota, after being stopped for possible expired tags. The police officer, Kim Porter of the Brooklyn Center Police Department in Minnesota, reported that she thought she had her taser out. How can a 26-year veteran of the police make such a costly mistake? 

As I sit here writing this, tears flowing, I am struggling with being happy, angry, and afraid.

Happy, because even though George Floyd’s life can never be restored, the conviction of his murderer can bring some peace to his soul and his family. I want to believe that this is a positive sign that police officers will now be held accountable for their actions when they discharge their weapons.

Angry because Black lives are still being taken at the hands of police officers. 

Afraid that we will lose more Black lives before something is truly set in place to stop these murders

How is this not a crisis? Why are we not training officers to handle situations better, without defaulting to violence? Why are Black people like Ma’Khia Bryant and Duante Wright met with bullets? If the roles were reversed – if Black police officers were routinely shooting and killing white civilians – would society not have already come up with better alternatives?

Happy, Angry, Afraid.

This is an original post for World Moms Network by Dr. Denetria James-Brooks.

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Nine Minutes And Twenty-Nine Seconds

Nine Minutes And Twenty-Nine Seconds

In May of 2020, the world was forced to slow down due to the COVID-19 pandemic.  After Memorial Day, people from around the world watched as George Floyd took his last breath while former Officer Derek Chauvin knelt on his neck.  For nine minutes and twenty-nine seconds, we watched a man’s soul leave his body.  We watched as his life was taken.  We listened to him call for his Momma.  People of all skin colors – from black, brown, gold, and white; from suburban moms to urban fathers; from politicians to clergy – took to the streets to protest this injustice which was not new to the Black community.

Two days ago, as I sat in my car looking at an alert that the verdict would be announced, I went through a series of emotions.  I felt angry, sad, and disappointed before even knowing the outcome.  Had the justice system failed us again?  I felt physically ill not knowing if this man who so casually knelt on another human’s neck with his hands in his pockets would be held accountable, or if he would be allowed to go home and sleep in his own bed while George Floyd sleeps in his eternal rest.  Would accountability finally occur in one of these cases?

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty. 

A jury of Derek Chauvin’s peers took a little over ten hours to decide what we visually knew.  Until the last of the verdicts was read, I did not realize I had been holding my breath. I exhaled for what seemed like the first time, yet there was no relief.  Just minutes before the verdict was read, a fifteen-year-old Black girl in Ohio was gunned down by an officer. 

The cycle continues.

black lives matter

Accountability in one case does not provide accountability in others.  Sandra Bland’s family still wonders what transpired in her cell.  Tamir Rice is frozen in time as a twelve-year-old child while his killer walks free.  Officers who commit crimes against Black and brown people can often jump from city to city and state to state to find jobs, and their bad deeds are covered by unions who believe that Blue Lives Matter and they deserve more protection than the average American.

A surgeon, nurse, or any other health professional who voluntarily takes a life is held accountable.  I do not fear seeing my doctor, seeing a nurse, but I fear seeing blue lights in my rear view mirror.  I fear letting my six-foot-tall autistic son walk fifty feet to our mailbox.  My son has been deemed a threat since he was born because of the color of his skin. I fear letting him just walk around in our front or back yard and having an overzealous neighbor call the police on the brown person lurking in his own yard.

In nine minutes and twenty-nine seconds, my life could be over.  Yesterday’s verdict does not bring George Floyd back.  Chauvin’s attorney attempted to use the big Black guy defense.  But the only thing we saw was a Black man being ripped from his family, his life placed under a microscope for the world to judge. 

george floyd momma

The verdict has been read, but he is still gone.  I did not know Mr. Floyd, but in his cry for his Momma, I could hear my son’s voice and I could not reach him.  One person was held accountable, but the whole system needs to go on trial now to fix what is broken.