I have a lot of thoughts and a lot of feels today. I’ve been trying to think of something to say, the right thing to say, but there are just no words sometimes. However, I can’t say nothing. So, I will do something completely unprecedented for me, I will quote the Bible. “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves; ensure justice for those being crushed. Yes, speak for the poor and helpless, see that they get justice” Proverbs 31:8:9 Sometimes you have to show others their own words to get them to see. I believe there isn’t a better verse for this situation.
In 2015 my black roommate fell down a flight of steps. He was unconscious at the bottom for a full five minutes, we called EMS. Two cops got there first and asked me to leave his bedroom while they talked to him. I told them no, I wasn’t leaving my black friend alone with two white police officers. They tried to strong arm me, they threatened me and told me to leave. I did not leave that room, there was no reason for them to be alone with him. Maybe I was wrong to assume the worst of these officers. They probably were really nice guys and nothing would have happened, but if something had I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself. Besides, they were very hostile about the whole situation, wanting to know “what he did wrong”. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he had a few beers and tripped on the stairs. They were there to protect and serve, not threaten and condemn.
Please, stand up for what you believe in. Please, put your foot down. Please, do what you know in your heart to be right. I would like to say I would have rushed the cops - all 110 pounds of me. Most people who know me probably think I would have as well, but I would have been scared. I would have been worried to get arrested or even killed myself. However, let’s be honest... I’m a white female, I probably wouldn't have been. I would have thought about Jobe. How I would wish for anyone, someone to push that cop off of him. To risk their own life to save my son. We cannot sit by and allow this type of brutality to continue. This is unacceptable. This is sad. This is frustrating. This is infuriating.
Know this, I hear your pain. I don’t know what words to say, no words could ever be enough. I want to be an advocate in a way that makes the most sense for everyone. I want to know how I can help.
We need more love and less hate. More love, less hate. Is that really so hard? We would be a much better world.