George Floyd

Finally, stark naked reality of what life was and has been for black people in America. The tortuously slow sadistic death of  George Floyd was caught on multiple personal cameras in broad daylight encapsulating forever the existence of the suffering kidnapped people and their descendants.

Evil,  so systemic in America, showed the demons’ true vacuum of conscience as they perversely carried out their inhuman acts on this human being. Words and actions so vividly clear in every way presented a most shockingly appalling image to the world.

America, the melting pot of world communities, elected a known moral deviant to be its leader. He was their best candidate to continue its racism and cruelty, misogyny, and other crimes against humanity.

Orangeman was no secret. His public criminality and lack of conscience were shared in many ways by his social group and his political party.  America did not know he was totally void of any positive character values or conscience.

Orangeman supporters could not hide or deny that they were complicit in his crimes against humanity. Now, with 104,000 thousand American deaths due to COVID 19 and his lies, with 40 million citizens unemployed due to his corrupt administration and his lies, the divided country is paralyzed by these facts of the last 100 days.

George Floyd’s words,  although said many times before,” I can’t breathe” was heard throughout the universe, and his calling for his “Mama” freed humanity.  It unleashed an endless tide of global support for equal justice and equality for everyone.

Orangeman, trapped and alone, tried to hide, as cowards and sinners always do.  The rock/ bunker cried out “no hiding place”. His latest devilish performance was desecrating sacred places of worship to galvanize his deplorable base. He wants to use the American military to kill their brothers, fathers, and other fellow Americans.

My childhood friend died in the custody of the police at the age of 14. Being chased by a lynch mob in my class A Army uniform in Anniston, Alabama in 1961, forced me to remember tales my grandfather told of life below the Mason Dixon line.

As an adult, the deaths were many in the custody of the police. Cameras gave the victims names. Prison was always the only other option for black men that the police and justice of America would offer. It was another way of killing black men and families, in abundance and with less controversy.

I would like to think that I am a survivor, but I know a part of me died with every one of my brother’s deaths.

With the most heartfelt condolences to the family of George Floyd, I must also offer my eternal gratitude for the life of George Floyd.


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