I want to say so many things regarding black people and white police, brutality, racial profiling.
July 5th; Alton Sterling is shot, in the chest, at close range, while pinned to the ground by two officers.
July 6th, Philando Castile is shot, while his four-year-old daughter watches from the backseat of the car. His girlfriend streams his pain live for the world to see.
I have so much grief to express, so many tears I’ve shed.
But I have no words.
Here’s what a poet friend of mine; Jason Nkwain, wrote in response to these incidents.
And here’s art by Laolu Senbanjo, that tells a story. It’s the story of what today’s America is like for we blacks.
I’m left to grieve for the world, speechless. What can we do? What haven’t we done? What did we ever do?