There are no words. I have no words. This is beyond words.
A blind miscarriage of justice.
Because our police are trained to jump the gun, literally and figuratively, as though they are living in war zones instead of civilized societies.
In memory and in honor of Philando I am posting what I wrote last July after driving past his memorial at the place where he was shot. Because I am too upset to write anything else right now.
And because this is something we need to keep talking about.
Isn't He Behind You? Thoughts on Philando Castile
Blind Justice Photo: Nan Palmero