#ICan’tBreathe #NoJusticeNoPeace

Happy Thursday.

The topic I am about to discuss is considered to be controversial, especially in this time. However, I feel it necessary to share my thoughts and opinions about this topic.

On July 17th, 2014, Eric Garner was put into a fatal chokehold and died at the hands of New York Police Officer (NYPD) Daniel Pantaleo. It should be noted that the use of a chokehold to subdue an individual is banned by the NYPD. Garner’s death was ruled a homicide, with the cause of death “neck compression from the chokehold, along with the compression of his chest and prone positioning during physical restraint by police”

On December 3rd, 2014, “Officer” Pantaleo was not indicted by a Grand Jury in relation to this case. This is the second case in two weeks (with the first case being the non-indictment of Officer Darren Wilson in the murder of Michael Brown) in which a white officer was not indicted in the murder of a African-American individual. There have been other similar cases in the past few months as well.

Currently, protests are happening around the country in reaction to this horrifying news, and I am proud to say that my college will be holding one tomorrow, of which I will take part.

So remember: “What side of history do you want to be on when people look back on us?”

Personally, I would rather be on the side of justice, than letting the injustice simply happen, and do nothing about it.

If you wish to discuss these topics further, please feel free to comment.

Also, here are a few links regarding the Eric Garner case if you wish to learn more. Please know that there are many other articles on the subject out there, however, I feel that the following have the best information regarding the case.

Please note that the following video is extremely graphic, and it shows the death of Eric Garner. Please view at your own discretion.






Still I Rise

Maya Angelou, 1928 – 2014

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.