I talk a lot about what it’s like to live a queer life. Everything I talk about, I try very hard to point out that as a white guy, I walk with a crap-tonne of privilege. I’ve had to interact with police twice in my life. Once, it went very, very poorly. Once, it was fantastic. And while I have felt belittled, ignored, the butt of jokes–in short, treated like a ‘fag’–by the police, I have never felt like my life was in danger for simply being present.
That is privilege. It shouldn’t be.
Another day, another unarmed black man dead. Terence Crutcher’s SUV stalled as he was coming back from community college classes. He was studying music appreciation and was very active in his church choir. Seeing his picture reminds me of any number of big dudes I know who can sing their lungs out. From his view in a helicopter, a Tulsa police officer thought he looked like a bad dude. Instead of trying to help the man with the stalled car, two officers made him put his hands up as he approached them for help. As he reached into his SUV, probably to grab some form of identification, which again, should not have been necessary because he was the one in distress, he was tased and then shot. He was unarmed. He was the father of four.
I feel like ranting and raving about how angry and scared this makes me…
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