07/03/2020
Experiences of a white girl, Part 9: How do we heal?
George Floyd was a son, a brother, a friend, and an acting part of his community. He seems to have struggled with a drug addiction. He carried out aggressive and non aggressive crimes. He isn’t a saint, but he didn’t deserve to lose his life. On May 25th he was killed by abusive and aggressive force. He laid with his face on the cement as a man in a position of authority kneeled on his neck and cut off his air supply. He suppressed the innate survival urges to fight for life, because to fight for his life would have been seen as aggressive behavior with uncertain and equally dire consequences. His face isn’t on murals and t-shirts because he was a hero, but because he was a martyr.
A few years ago when we lived overseas a black European man asked me how I felt about the racial unrest in the States. I shrugged and said it wasn’t really a thing. It was hyped up by the media. The majority of American’s were past that. Clearly, I was wrong. Our country is still hurting. There have been many others, but it took George Floyds death for me to wake up to a deeper understanding.
Our country can never move forward until we view ourselves as a whole. If a part of us feels unheard, broken down, and disrespected, we stand with them, we listen to them, because they are our comrades. They are my fellow Americans, and their lives matter.
Here is my question:
- How do we heal?