Reflecting on the Need for Black Lives Matter Protests

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So many people are beginning to wake up to the harsh reality that America has catered to a certain segment of its society and that privilege has come at the expense of Black Americans. Sadly, systemic killings of Black people, discriminatory drug laws and the hyper criminalization of Black people has become a common part of the Black American experience. Seeing George Floyd defenseless and begging for his life has burned a hole in so many of our psyches but for many Black people in America George Floyd’s murder was another reminder of the long list of lives that’s been stolen from our legacy.

As our society is starting to feel a sliver of the frustration and outrage Black people in America have felt and I'm reminded of the first time I felt this pain. In 1999 I was a 17-year-old teenager when the murder of 23-year-old Guinian immigrant Amadou Diallo ripped away at my tender spirit. Amadou Diallo was living in New York and shortly after midnight in the stairway entrance of his residence he was confronted by four plain clothes police officers. As Amadou reached for his wallet the officers fired a total of 41 shots at him with 19 of the 41 bullets hitting Diallo’s defenseless body.  His last breath painfully crossed his lips and his lifeless body collapsed in agony crashing to the ground.  

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Diallo was only a few years older than me at the time and I couldn’t accept how his life was taken so carelessly nonetheless by those meant to serve and protect our society. I was angry, hurt, frustrated, bitter and so much more all at once and for so long those emotions shaped how I viewed American society. Amadou’s murder gained some national attention and brought forth minor policy changes to the NYPD but within a year all four officers were acquitted of second-degree murder. This acquittal was just another exclamation mark on my psyche to the reality that the taking of Black life in America didn’t impact American society nearly as much as it impacted Black America.   

In my lifetime Amadou became the first of far too many Black men and women that would die at the hands of racially motivated violence. Over the next couple of decades more Amadous emerged, i.e. Sean Bell, Eric Garner, Philando Castile, Alton Sterling, Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Breonna Taylor and the list is still growing as I write this. Sadly I know there will be many more George Floyd’s in my lifetime because racism like many forms of discrimination is a disease we have yet learned to defeat.  

Recently I organized a silent protest against police brutality and was surprised at how therapeutic it was not only for me but for all who attended. We had some powerful interactions with the public but one of the most gripping moments was when a father took a picture of his 6-year-old daughter standing with us and this moment brought many of us to tears. Before they walked away he told his daughter that one day when she graduates from college she will thank him for taking this picture. I hope that when that young Black girl becomes an adult our society has evolved away from it’s hateful habits. I hope one day she can show her own 6-year-old daughter that same picture and can tell her it’s from a time long ago when racism and discrimination used to be common place in society.