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?