WHO WAS I





By Jack Ryan | Gonzaga



Ryan writes about police brutality and the anonymous status of the victims that are turned into pawns for a movement.



I was Black,

I was a male,

I did not attack,

I did not flail.


I was a father,

I was a husband,

I did not bother,


I had not questioned.

I had my hands up,

I could not breathe,

He would not let up,

Despite my pleas.


My story was heard

‘round the world,

And if I don’t tell you my name,

you could not explain.


Who was I?