It’s hard to believe that’s been about three months since the horrific slaying of George Floyd on the cold, hard streets of Minneapolis, at the hands of a murderous white cop, who callously spent almost eight minutes with his knee on the neck of an unarmed, handcuffed Black man who uttered these words multiple times:
“I can’t breathe!’
Sound familiar?
Perhaps that’s because it was the exact warning that another Black man gave the rogue cops who were engaging in the same death grip that took the life of Eric Garner on the streets of New York City in 2014.
We have no idea what Breonna Taylor’s final words were before she went down in a hail of bullets, during a late night invasion that permitted a gang of thugs with an acquired “no-knock search warrant” to bulldoze their way in, and exchange gunfire with Taylor’s boyfriend Kenneth Walker in the chaotic darkness.
The twenty-six-year-old Black woman who worked as an emergency medical technician was hit with eight of the twenty bullets that flooded her space.
Ironically, Breonna Taylor was the essential work who races against the clock to save lives hanging in the balance during harrowing circumstances, and yet there was no way to save her precious life, thanks to the gross…
