For 8 minutes and 46 seconds I held my breath and when I exhaled I wasn’t the same. All the pain of hate and racist acts I’ve ever experienced came rushing, no flooding out with sobs and heart wrenching pain. Once the heartbreak dulled I started talking and I haven’t stopped since.
Hate is NOT something I want to talk about, but I NEED too! To make this city, country and world a better place.
My earliest memories of racism start at age 5. It began with my kindergarten teacher openly mocking my skin, hair and clothes and encouraging my classmates to do the same. These experiences have continued on into adulthood. With people continually telling me my skin color, hair and life aren’t right and don’t have any value. Carrying that in my heart was and is too much!
IT IS TIME TO SHARE OUR EXPERIENCES WITH RACISM AND HATE! IT IS TIME TO COME TOGETHER AND WORK TOGETHER, HEARING LISTENING AND MARCHING FORWARD FOR EQUITY!
Because together we will rise and make this city, country and world a better place for people of all skin colors.
~A BIPOC Mom in Shakopee
A note from SDA: Eight minutes and 46 seconds is the length of time originally reported that Officer Derek Chauvin kept his knee on George Floyd. Today, this has become a grim symbol of police brutality and rallying cry for protesters.