George Floyd

I couldn’t in good conscience return to my regular blog writing before speaking out on this killing.

No Justice. No Peace.

I didn’t think I could be more upset than I was over the murder of Eric Garner on Bay Street on Staten Island.

I used to live on Staten Island and walked down Bay Street all the time.

The killing of Eric Garner set me off like you wouldn’t believe.

How foolish to think it wouldn’t happen again.

Setting police cars on fire and smashing windows and looting is not the solution.

Anger in the name of seeking justice is justified.

Violence in response to this latest injustice has only served to enable our dear president Mr. Toupee to align with a far-right whacko who called the protestors “bad guys” in a Tweet.

As if.

As if only white people are entitled to breathe the air. I think not.

I think:

No Justice. No Peace.

When will it end?

Our Commander-in-Briefs rules by Twitter fiats.

The president of the United States in response to the protests has Tweeted yet again about FAKE news and “lamestream” media.

Whoever votes for Mr. Toupee this time around just–why?

I don’t think Joe Biden is the best alternative–I thought Andrew Yang was.

Only we cannot be asked to endure another 4 years of Mr. Toupee.

No Justice. No Peace.

Marching On

The founder of MomsRising wrote a book Marching On about how to be effective in lobbying for change. Everything she talks about is right.

This will be the last political communique for now. I want to move on.

For today I want to add my own thoughts to the author’s.

In July 1999 I fled Staten Island for Brooklyn.

The Verrazano Bridge was known as the Guinea Gangplank because Italians moved to Staten Island from Brooklyn.

I drove over the bridge in the opposite direction long before it was popular to live in Brooklyn.

For years I had a taste of Conservatism in my own family. I couldn’t abide the Republican mentality on Staten Island.

I had a preview of what was to come: about five years ago a cop killed with his bare hands Eric Garner in a choke hold on Bay Street.

The guy’s only crime was selling loose cigarettes.

Five white guys assaulted a guy I know in a bar down on Bay Street. And none of them were arrested even though one was identified in a police lineup.

They lived; Eric Garner died.

I simply can’t–okay–understand the defenses other people give to justify that cops kill mostly unarmed People of Color.

I try to understand these arguments and can’t.

Here’s the real deal: if you’re a cop who is strong enough to kill a guy with your bare hands then you don’t need to shoot a person to remain safe.

If you’re not strong enough to subdue a person without a gun should you really be a cop?

This is what I think. Years later I’m still thinking of Eric Garner.

I won’t join a protest in the streets. This is because I take medication. If I were arrested and sent to jail I’d deteriorate without treatment.

Since I can’t protest in the streets I will use this blog to speak out when I’m able to.

The cost of silence is too high for any of us.

I used to live on Staten Island. I used to walk on Bay Street. I fled that outer borough as soon as I could.

I can’t breathe thinking of what happened to Eric Garner.

This is all I wanted to write about before returning to my “regularly scheduled programming.”

Yet be aware I will most likely return to political commentating in the future.

I urge American readers to buy and read the book Marching On.

Change is possible. It starts when each of us has the courage to speak out.