When Black People Chant “Black Lives Matter,” please don’t respond with “All Lives Matter”... Please don't. 

We chant and scream “Black Lives Matter” not because we have the urge to, but because for centuries Black people have been viewed as worthless, less than human and intellectually inferior. 

The "Black Lives Matter" movement started as a campaign against racial profiling and inequality in the justice system of the United States of America, as well as racism and violence aimed at Black people. 

George Floyd, an African-American man, died in handcuffs after pleading, "I can't breathe," while a white police officer was kneeling on his neck. The video shows the officer continually pinning Floyd to the ground even after Floyd became silent and still. 

In the video, you can see the officer with his hands in his pockets like he is on an afternoon stroll in the park. Between COVID-19 and police brutality, America is headed for a storm. How long can we stand to see our fathers, mothers, sons, daughters and sisters murdered with impunity?

I saw this post on Instagram and it read: “Black people are tired: we can’t go jogging(#AmaudArbery); we can’t relax in the comfort of our homes(#BothemSean and #AtatianaJefferson); we can’t walk home with skittles(#TrayvonMartin); we can’t get a normal traffic ticket(#SandraBland)...” 

The post was about three slides long, and yet, it did not feature all the lost lives; you see why we are tired? A list of the Black lives that have been taken away by senseless, white police officers shouldn’t exist. 

We are tired, angry, exhausted, drained and feel powerless.What more do we have to do? We have documented the killings and still, there is no justice. How loud do we have to scream? “I can’t breathe,” said Eric Garner and George Floyd. 

Some people are wondering why we are protesting. We are protesting because cop killings have been egregious to us for years, but it has now finally become so blatant to many. 

America is supposedly the land of the free, but it has not been free for Black people. 

George Floyd's killing opened the wound created by centuries of American, systematic racism. 

My father works late nights, and he's Black. My eight-year-old brother is Black. My mother is Black. My neighbors are Black. I'm Black— Are we next? Police killings are cutting the lives of our kings and queens short!

This protest is not just about Floyd’s death, but about all of the other innocent Black lives that have been lost to police brutality. The protest reignited a centuries-long conversation around racism in America and has exposed the horrendous ways in which Black people are often treated. 

I was born in New Kru Town, Liberia. When my family and I migrated to the United States for a "better life," we did not by the slightest chance think that people that look like us would be dying by the hands of the people that swore an oath to serve and protect us. 

In our household, we watch the evening news as a family. It is disheartening to turn on the news with my little brother sitting next to me and face the murders of Ahmaud Arbery and Breonna Taylor— young unarmed Black people at the hands of armed, white men. 

Why are Black people hated so much in this country?W hat about the color of our skin shouts Danger, Threat, Must kill? Racism has created such a dangerous situation for Blacks that men like Christian Cooper can’t even enjoy mundane things like bird watching. 

Martin Luther King Jr. once said “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” Black Children Matter. Black Lives Matter. Black Futures Matter.

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