I have no words right now after hearing about the shooting of #philandocastille at a routine traffic stop (only a day after watching the horrific shooting of #altonsterling.)
I only have heart ache for his family, girlfriend, and that sweet four year old girl who saw it all happen and comforted her mother as they sat in the back of the police car.
I only have pain and fear for my black brothers and sisters, as this keeps happening to people who look like them (while not to people who look like me.)
I only have anger at a system that is so broken and racialized that black and brown bodies are being disregarded, dehumanized, and brutalized.
I only have repentance for my own white privilege that continues to benefit from this racialized system.
I only have grief that while I will never have to fear being pulled over or shot because I “look suspicious,” make a quick move, wear a hoodie, take a shortcut through an alley, hold a toy gun, this is the fear so many of my black and brown sisters/brothers/siblings live with every day.
After breaking down in tears this morning, all I can say right now is that #blacklivesmatter.
#Blacklivesmatter.
#Blacklivesmatter.
#Blacklivesmatter.
#Blacklivesmatter to God.
#Blacklivesmatter to God.
#Blacklivesmatter to God.
To all my black and brown brothers, sisters, siblings, youth, children, friends:
I see you. You matter.
I hear you. Your voice matters.
I cry with you. Your tears matter.
I am angry with you. Your feelings and anger matter.
#Blacklivesmatter!