A person of color was killed the other day. Thirty years old, shot and killed for being the wrong color. The media coverage, non-existent.
The attention span of this country to this problem apparently exhausted.
We are more inclined to Twitter and Text and Facebook and Instagram reactions to a former NBA star’s overdose on cocaine and herbal Viagra while cavorting with hookers then on another senseless police involved death of a person of color.
The silence is deafening.
No White House press conference or immediate dispatch of officials to decry the violence.
No men of the cloth screaming about the injustice of this death.
No cries of publicity hungry hordes with #OnlySomeLivesMatter signs.
Nothing. Just another dead man of color.
Why the absence of outrage, the lack of virulent calls for justice, no demands for severe punishment for the perpetrator?
Because he was the wrong color. Officer Randolph Holt was a person of color in the blue uniform of a NYPD Officer. Shot by a man that a failed and corrupt justice system, controlled by callous Judges and attorneys with influence, put back on the street. A system focused on expediency rather than protecting us from those that would do harm.
A person of color died the other day, and no one gives a damn except his family and those that share the burden of the badge.
It is clear that #SomeLivesMatterMore
When something that is ‘the truth and nothing but the truth’ is said or written, it is like the ringing of a bell on a clear, crisp morning. It sounds and resounds; impossible to forget. And, in this short essay by Joe Broadmeadow, the truth rings out loud and clear. More than just food for thought, it is a call to action. The errors in judgement by those who have the power releasing known felons into the unsuspecting populace are rampant and lead one to ask “Why? Why are they doing this?” And another person of color is gone forever with no one in the media raising their voices…no questioning…no grief…no sorrow and again I ask WHY?
Thank you for your kind words. I am glad I struck a chord