I can't breathe
I can't breathe. I begged them to stop. They didn't stop, not even when I called out for my mother. By then it was too late. I would never have guessed that I would become the face of change, the face of rebellion and centuries of oppression. And to others, I was just a junkie and a thief who deserved his fate. I was a human being, I had a name. The death of George Floyd at the hands of the police was followed by widespread protests.