I’m so very tired of having to explain the death of another kid getting cut down by a police officer.
Deadly force was used on another unarmed kid of color–keyword–”another.”
Tony Robinson was killed on Friday in Madison, Wisconsin.
Just Thursday night, Shonda Rhimes tried to unpack a version of Michael Brown’s shooting on an episode of Scandal. I couldn’t even bring myself to watch it until the weekend; it hurt too much.
I don’t get the deadly force thing. I don’t understand why, in the rock, paper, scissors game of life, a kill shot is needed when a leg or arm shot will do. I don’t understand the comfort in training law enforcement that seems to surround the use of deadly force.
And as always I don’t understand why it seems to be necessary for me to teach my kid to how to not get shot by law enforcement, especially when she feels some kind of way about them anyway. It’s getting harder to believe that her sassy personality and extraordinary height won’t be found threatening by someone, so threatening that she could lose her life behind some absurd ish.
The mental gymnastics involved in explaining the significance of commemorating Blood Sunday in Selma, Alabama this weekend, keynoted by the first African American president while also explaining that another unarmed African American was shot and killed the same weekend is…exhausting.
Oh, we can all say, “Well, let’s wait for the investigation and see what happens.” Sure, of course, I’m reasonable in this and I’m glad that the police chief has responded so differently. He clearly learned what not to do from the Ferguson police department. But, inquisitive, invested 13 year olds who don’t miss ANYTHING in the news like this don’t wait to start asking questions or expressing frustration or proclaiming that police don’t like people like us. She wants to talk about this ish now, right now.
And frankly so do I, but like I”ve said before, I don’t know what to say.