by Christopher Dye
You say
she killed him.
Not because
he’d put his hands up
or because
he’d turned
and walked away
or because
his car broke down.
She killed him
after
we’d trained her
in lethal violence
after
we’d given her
a gun and a badge
both loaded
with expectation
after
we’d trained her
to see him
not
as a stranded motorist
but
as a Black man
aka a threat.
After
we’d trained her
she gave him
a bullet.
And his family
a funeral.
We gave each other
tired stereotypes
and empty rhetoric.
While we kept
skeptical eyes
on each other.
When
will we talk
honestly
as one humanity
about
who really killed him?
It’s time for that dialog
now.
Send our brother some love and light: Christopher Dye, 805217, Darrington Unit, 59 Darrington Road, Rosharon, TX 77583.