In Memory of Walter Scott
Another black man has died in cold blood. There are no justifications for his death… but he is gone nonetheless.
His family will never hear his voice again. His friends will never see his face again. But his name…
His name will live forever…
For all the wrong reasons.
Walter Scott will now be associated with an ever growing list of men.
Emmett Till… Trayvon Martin… Eric Garner… Tamir Rice… and so, so many others.
Every time that something like this happens… we always feel the need to say something… to do something…
But what is there to be said?
What is there to be done?
We all ask these questions. The answers always seem so complex, so elusive, but yet, it’s really so damn fucking simple.
Respect.
Mutual respect for the humanity of others.
Yes. It’s really that simple.
We must carry that respect with us wherever go and embrace it in whatever we do.
It’s deeper than a broken system. It’s so much more than systemic racism.
It’s a total breakdown of communication and understanding between communities. It’s our inability to truly engage with others in the manner that we ought to. We have become so reluctant to accept our own magnificence. We are children of the universe. We have powers and abilities that defy all realms of logic.
But we are lost.
So damn fucking lost.
It is our time to rise. To transcend. To never accept ignorance ever again.
In memory of Walter Scott, we will continue to follow our mission as storytellers. We will continue to build bridges of culture and compassion until Zion is reached. Walter Scott will inspire us to remain steadfast until the work is done.
We must all stand committed to the incalculable possibilities of life. We must all have the courage to live fully and accept nothing less.
We must do it for Walter Scott. Because he can no longer do it for himself.
In memory of Walter Scott.
In memory of Walter Scott.
In memory of Walter Scott.