D. CHRISTOPHER HARVEY

I never claimed to be a conscious writer but the latest travesty has made my conscience tighter… I can’t speak but my pen leaks... for George Floyd in spite of… I try to find a spark in the dark in hopes of days much brighter… But the lack of justice forces me to become a fighter… My skin is light but it will never be whiter… or I should say “White Enough” to be considered NOT A THREAT to society… Even with my degree, experience and pedigree, when I walk down the street there will always be a few people that will fear me, may be disgusted by me, envious, jealous, or may think less of me… simply because I’m a minority... I thought it was a free world but nothing is free in the land of the lawless… When I have to watch where I go, how I speak, watch what I wear… Every second of my LIFE is filled with thoughts or messages of “Be careful… I must say cautious”... from the heartless monsters… America celebrates a space force and discovering life forms on other worlds and the moon… But society treats us like buffoons, cops kill us like animals… and they call us “the goons!”

The facts remain constant… A black man in America can be as powerful or more powerful than his counterparts but when it comes to fair treatment… He’s less than a human when he leaves his home, office, business that he owns or even sitting on a plane, in a seat that he paid for… I live in the most powerful country in the world but I may get questioned if I sit in a first class seat… It’s assumed that if I sit there, I have to be a rapper or athlete... As my wise brother proclaimed… “I’m just a black man with money!” But my status doesn’t matter and I still get treated funny… I still get stares, and despite my rights, I exist in a world of wrongness… Governed by rules, fools and the clowns in congress… I watched and rejoiced 8 years of having the first black president… Even with his power, intellect and prestige, he was still treated as just another black man… aka a low class, ignorant resident… He ran the country and lived in the white house… many people made it a habit for him to be denounced… He left with dignity and pride… The opposition cheered for other reasons… It was his time to bounce… But some of us cried and were in pain… we knew the world would never be the same… And that it would probably never, ever happen again.

Now, I watch a man who’s called that nation’s leader… but he’s truly a repeater… of those who practice hate, separatism and callous disrespect… I never thought I would see a man die, by a cop, from forcing his knee into his neck… three of his counterparts watched, simply omitting that he had a pulse that should be checked… Paramedics showed up and asked to check… The lead officer, or the killer, says “It’s not necessary!” Why because he already knew George Floyd was dead! He knew people were watching, while the whole time he was smirking, he knew it was being filmed… He knew we would be furious and he didn’t want a bounty on his head… George Floyd wasn’t even properly placed on the gurney… It was more of a roll… As if they already knew he was dead… If you’ve seen or moved a dead body once… you never forget… The picture stays in your mind and never leaves your head… Then they change the narrative and say “He died in the hospital!” As if we are morons and should believe more lies… more disrespect we are quickly fed… The charade is blatant and so obvious… We are told to be patient and calm… While the cops are cruel, evil and grossly obnoxious… It takes a great deal to make me upset but.. This has singed my soul and has tarnished my conscience.

I heard the retorts of other cops who said “Never in any of their training, are they taught to restrain in that manner.” But what’s not understood is George Floyd was killed for a reported fake bill. Only to be discovered it was legit… No investigation or conversation was attempted… No fine or citation… He forcefully had his ego shattered… and you wonder why we’re madder… He was treated less than a human… He gasped for air until his last breath… Gasping, crying, begging for mercy... it DIDN’T matter... I never claimed to be a conscious writer… I can’t speak but my pen leaks... for George Floyd in spite of… the constant level of disrespect… the abundant wrongness… We can only be calm, be still and pray… until we are left with no options.

© RIP Mr. Floyd

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