I was eating a late breakfast — bagels and coffee — with my mom, when the NY1 exploded with an update: Daniel Penny acquitted. The jury somehow felt more empathy with a white asshole, than the poor brother, who had everything in his life go terribly wrong, which was why he was on the subway losing his mind on that fateful day.
People in this country refuse to see how precarious their lives are. You are an illness or two away, an injury at work or a job loss away from missing paychecks, falling into arrears and being out on the street. For me, I was one night, one incident away from my life being much like Jordan Neely. So for me, the case punches close to home in ways that are deeply personal.
Neely’s life mattered.
As always, Black Lives Matter. All of them. All of the time.
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