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George Floyd

I cried because I saw a black man who was somebody's son, husband, father, brother, uncle, cousin and friend plead for his life while another man knelt on his neck with a smug look on his face almost as if he somehow got pleasure from feeling another mans life leave his body. I cried because I wish I could have helped him.