Today I shared on (on Facebook) a picture of Philando Castile’s body after it bled out
in a car.
I shared a video of Diamond Reynolds, his girlfriend, crying in front of the Governor’s house
as she listed the things the police took:
- Control of her Facebook account
Last night I watched a video that Derk Brown streamed live from Ferguson,
in North County StL where I used to work, where people
had gathered in protest to support Baton Rouge. At the demonstration a woman
was beaten in front of her child.
Last night I shared a video of Alton Sterling’s
overcome with blaring grief as his mother tried to explain that his father mattered.
I’m not sure if it was directed to me,
but I read a friend’s post.
She wrote: “Please stop . . . I don’t need to see
his blood trapped in his own fabric.”
She’s a beautiful, black woman.
It’s not something I wanted to share.
Who am I to decide?
But, I have friend’s that won’t look.
I hate that I might’ve upset her.
They will want to go to work. They will want to live their lives
as though their lives are theirs alone
and America could be a home.
To see is to bleed.
What’s to say — used to keep me quite. But I’m done with that now.