George Floyd was my neighbor.
No, he didn’t live next door to me, but Minneapolis is my home and it was his home too — until he died this week at the hands of police officers who seemed more intent on displaying their power than on following their code to protect and serve.
Don’t hear me wrong. I pray for and want to support any man or woman who puts on a uniform and places themselves in harm’s way. But with great power, comes great responsibility. Mr. Floyd is now dead because of an egregious act of injustice.
Now our city is hurting after this miscarriage of justice, and many are taking their anger to the streets in ways that are destructive and causing further harm. Yet for those of us who are witnessing what is taking place in the streets of Minneapolis and feel an urge to immediately condemn the people who are expressing their anger and hurt, we should remember what Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said on March 14, 1968: “A riot is the language of the unheard.”