MInutes ago, it was announced that the officer who murdered 12 year old Tamir Rice in Ohio last year would not face charges. At this moment–I have outrage, I have grief, I have disgust–but I have no new words to offer. Instead, I offer the words I wrote last month, at the one-year anniversary of Tamir’s killing. The essence of the piece: “Black children matter. Such a basic statement–but one that demands the entire restructuring of our society, a society which is built on the premise that only certain lives matter, and other lives are dispensable.”
I didn’t know who Nicholas Heywood Jr was. Not really. I had heard his name raised up in demonstrations and marches for Mike Brown, Eric Garner. I had seen posters with his photograph and was saddened by the youthful, smiling face staring back at me, a smile that I understood had been brutally extinguished.
But I had never truly contemplated who Nicholas was, this boy who had been snatched from his family. Exactly how, and exactly where, and exactly when, was Nicholas’s smile extinguished?
12-year old Tamir Rice, murdered by police one year ago in Cleveland.
Yesterday, we marched. The march was for 12-year old Tamir Rice, to remember and demand accountability for what happened exactly one year ago, when Tamir was playing with a toy gun in a Cleveland, OH park and two police officers shot Tamir within two seconds of their arrival. The boy fell. No first aid…
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