For nearly nine minutes a police officer forced the weighed of his body on the neck of a restrained and unarmed black man.
That could have been me.
As the officer stared into the crowd with his hand in his pocket the black man pleaded for oxygen and called for his deceased mother as his face was pressed into the hard pavement.
That could have been me.
Two minutes after the last cry of the black man was heard, the officer removed the burden of his weight from the black mans neck. The black man was pronounced dead.
That could have been me. I am not talking about the black man. I am talking about the police officer. None of us are clean. None of us are innocent. Since the dawn of mankind the ugly gene of cruelty may be inherent in all of us.
Let us pray.