Thoughts from another Larry, my friend in Texas
Jacob Blake. A Black man.
Shot eight times by police.
At close range.
In the back.
In full view of three horrified children.
Incredibly, he’s still alive, though paralyzed from the waist down, perhaps permanently.
And the streets of Kenosha, Wisconsin, are filled with the now familiar sights and sounds of anger and frustration, manifested in protests, rioting and destruction of property.
I don’t, by any means, condone the violence that has occurred since Blake’s shooting.
But I can’t condemn it, either.
Because there’s no way I could say I would react any differently if I was a Black man in America.
Jacob Blake is yet another name to add to the ever-growing roster of Blacks being shot, and usually killed, by the police. Add the strangulation of George Floyd to the list, and it’s hard not to understand why the outcry for justice is so passionate as to spill…
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