Friday afternoon, I was having lunch and chatting with my mother. We usually start our day together with the local news — usually NY1Â for their local coverage, while I check my email and apply for jobs or write some quick correspondence.Â
Over the past week or so, I had been following the Tyre Nichols murder at the hands of Memphis police. Everything I read about the events surrounding the young brother’s death, and I was filled with heartache, despair and anger. I couldn’t possibly watch the snuff film of a brother getting brutally beaten to death.
I came across a protest in Times Square and decided that going to a protest, calling for a just criminal justice system would be a much better use of my time.
As always Black lives matter, y’all.