“I have a slight fever…boiling with the rage of the police killing my people!.” I came across this video on the For Harriet Facebook page, and even though it was shot back in 2015 in the wake of the Sandra Bland tragedy, it couldn’t have been any more relevant for what’s happening today.
Yesterday morning I woke up like any other millennial, I went straight to Instagram and saw my that my timeline was flooded with #blacklivesmatter. I thought, oh no, do I wanna do this? And of course my inner activist had to know. So after very little digging I came across the name, Alton Sterling. Instagram gave me a brief preview, but I wasn’t ready for what was to come on Twitter. Alton Sterling, father of five, was shot six times in the chest while being straddled on the ground by Baton Rouge cops, July 5th, 2016. He was unarmed and innocent. This is the 558th death at the hands of a police officer.
I was overwhelmed with so much emotion. I felt enraged, sad, frustrated, annoyed, and helpless, to the point that it really felt like I was mourning. My mood was all fucked up and was definitely not in the right mind-state to go to work. I mean DAMN, my brothers and sisters are consecutively getting LYNCHED in these streets! Yes, it’s a good thing that technology has advanced to where these events can be documented, but people don’t understand that watching the senseless killing of your people can really affect your psyche. So what do you do? You can’t just call in “Black” to work. But what if you could?
The best thing I was able to do was rep my set and wear my Ethiopia soccer jersey to work. It wasn’t much, but being one out of the two Black people that worked at my job, I felt like I was doing something.
While writing this I got news of yet another Black man being shot and killed by cops in less than 24 hours. I just can’t right now. I need to decompress.