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In Grieving.
I am thinking about his kids.
In nearly every way imaginable, this past week has been more difficult than the week I wrote the blog post at the start of this summer, which I entitled “America Must Reckon with Police.” That was the week when the video of George Floyd’s life being crushed by Minneapolis police. And that week, amidst prepping for finals made it nearly impossible to care or have any interest in any work I was doing. I didn’t need to see the video to be traumatized yet again to see the way with which the state continues to inflict terror upon Black bodies since its inception. I was heartbroken. I didn’t see any form of optimism to continue moving forward. A week later, after seeing countless protests, my optimism grew and I began my summer journey of political education. I learned about racial capitalism and read pieces from the likes of Ruth Wilson Gilmore, Robin DG Kelley, and countless others. I grounded my politics and my vision for the world for a vision of a world that empowers people to live lives with true fulfillment and joy.
And then on Sunday, I accidentally viewed the video of Jacob Blake get shot seven times in the back at point-blank range by a Kenosha, Wisconsin police officer.
This week has been an onslaught of grieving and anger for me. What tears I had are now dry. I am angry at the constant amount of public grieving…
