Why should I give a lecture on the murder of George Floyd?
A man, 46 years old, lying on the floor. An officer, wearing the uniform of the state, pressing a knee into his throat.
“I can’t breathe,” the man says. “Mama,” he says. “Please,” he says.
A murder, in broad daylight.
Oh Allah, do not make us among those so hard-hearted that we can hear this story and not feel it shake us to our very core.
How would your mother feel watching the thousand videos of your death? How would your siblings feel? Your friends? Your children?
We cannot allow this to be a passing news story we shake our heads at and forget about. We cannot turn aside as the state kills Black sons, regularly and
with impunity. We have no right to participate, by our passivity, in injustice.