Getting Political: Police Killings

I see the news reports of what is going on in America and have no idea what to say about it.
 
I don’t know answers. I don’t know solutions. I know that unarmed human beings are being brutalized by those in power. In many of those cases there seems to be tremendous evidence that the use of force was escalated far too quickly. And in cases that led to hospitalization or death putting it that way is a severe understatement.
 
In many of those cases a common element among the victims is that they are a darker shade than myself and many in my family.
I don’t know what to say.
We are human. We are one race. A group of us is being threatened. A group of us is being abused. Still. After centuries of hate heaped on a group they are still denied basic freedoms.
I don’t know what to say.
When you kill someone you take away their ability to speak for themselves. You take away their voice, their entirety. These victims are unable to give their sides of these tragic stories. The side being pushed forward often seems to be that which is prepared by their killers.
I don’t know what to say.
Except this. My dad is a large man. Strong. He can certainly come off as intimidating if you were to just meet him. But I’ve never had to worry that the police would think him a suspect if he were stopped or if he needed to call for help. I’ve never worried he would be labeled a “bad dude” just for being large and muscular.
Don’t black families deserve that same comfort?

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