On May 25, 2020 my Facebook news feed showed me the murder of a black man. Murdered by a white police officer while a crowd of people watched, including three other police officers. I watched. I watched again. I watched again. I could see he lost bladder control, I could hear his cries for mercy and his cries for his mama. I could see his body go limp. I could see a police officer, unmoved, in position, with a knee on his neck while the life drained out of him. I was shaken, I was sickened, I was upset. And I watched it again.
George Floyd, I am sorry for your arrest and brutal death. I am sorry this happened to you. You paid the ultimate price, but this happened to me too. In a different way, this happened to me. I will never be the same. I will never be silent when I see injustice. I will examine my privilege. I will speak up against evil. I will walk with a loving heart and a peaceful spirit. But I will fight for justice and I will listen and I will learn. I am changed.