It’s been almost four years since George Floyd succumbed to a knee on his neck.
Metaphorically, I was asleep at the time. I knew that there was racism in the world, but I didn’t think it was my business to do anything about it.
I remember watching that atrocious video multiple times.
In Floyd, I saw my brother, my father,…
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