I am an older white woman. My presence does not provoke a call to 911.
If I get pulled over for a broken tail-light, the most I have to worry about is a pricey ticket.
If I get followed by a salesperson, the most I have to worry about is her zealous devotion to making a sale.
If I am locked out of my house, the most I have to worry about is getting back in and maybe replacing the window I had to break to do it.
I am an older white woman. If I see a cop on the street, I am not likely to flee on foot, as Freddie Gray did on the day of his arrest. According to charging documents, ”unprovoked upon noticing police presence.”
Dear Freddie Gray
by Sara Eisenberg
there’s a lot of people you never met
whose lives you changed.
You should have your own flag, rising
above your own Memorial
while we take the knee,
it was our city that
would not hear your
story in your own words,
who you were,
what you wanted,
what you wanted to give,
what you wanted to leave behind,
and then leaving long before your time,
leaving a lot of people you never met,
whose lives you changed
these three years ago,
people you never met,
whose lives you changed:
in your name,
we’re not leaving
black men’s lives.