The past few days have been traumatizing for our nation, with the death of George Floyd, gasping “I can’t breathe,” before taking his final breath.
He would die in a scene horrifically reminiscent of Jim Crow, if not slavery; neck pressed into the black asphalt stifled, handcuffed and asphyxiated under the knee of Officer Derek Chauvin, while other officers look on—casually. In part, it is the nonchalance which is so terrifying—and yet for too many Black Americans too familiar.
The officers…
