I need to drive my two-year-old to daycare tomorrow morning. To ensure we arrive alive, we won't take public transit (Oscar Grant).
I removed all air fresheners from the vehicle and double-checked my registration status (Daunte Wright),
and ensured my license plates were visible (Lt. Caron Nazario).
I will be careful to follow all traffic rules (Philando Castille),
signal every turn (Sandra Bland),
keep the radio volume low (Jordan Davis),
and won't stop at a fast food chain for a meal (Rayshard Brooks).
I'm too afraid to pray (Rev. Clementa C. Pickney)
so I just hope the car won't break down (Corey Jones).
When my wife picks him up at the end of the day, I'll remind her not to dance (Elijah McClain),
stop to play in a park (Tamir Rice),
patronize the local convenience store for snacks (Trayvon Martin),
or walk around the neighborhood (Mike Brown).
Once they are home, we won't stand in our backyard (Stephon Clark),
eat ice cream on the couch (Botham Jean),
or play any video games (Atatiana Jefferson).
After my wife and I tuck him into bed around 7:30pm, neither of us will leave the house to go to Walmart (John Crawford)
or to the gym (Tshyrand Oates)
or on a jog (Ahmaud Arbery).
We won't even walk to see the birds (Christian Cooper).
We'll just sit and try not to breathe (George Floyd)
and not to sleep (Breonna Taylor)."
