CPD Ran a Train on Me

The good news is I'll have my day in court.

There’s a magnet on my fridge with a quote from Dr. Martin Luther King that says, “There comes a time when silence becomes betrayal.”

It’s an easy magnet for a white man born in 1986 to hang on his fridge and feel good about himself. It’s another thing to live that quote in the fight for racial justice.

I got arrested last night in Columbus while protesting the murder of George Floyd at the hands of Minneapolis police that somehow aren’t charged with a murder that occurred on camera.

Frankly I’m tired of watching black bodies being crushed by a government that maintains a monopoly on violence while white people cry on Fox News about a Target getting looted like they don’t benefit from a society built upon the same principle.

I can’t talk about the specifics of my case but let me say this: I will never regret my actions in the early morning hours of May 29th. Cops have operated with immunity in this country for far too long.

The good news is I maintain a healthy network of lawyers that have already sworn to defend me against a miscarriage of justice. Go ahead and mark your calendar for July 24th and bring your popcorn. It takes a lot more than a cop copying a form letter from his little computer to convict you of a crime in America.

I feel like I got beat up by five cops in riot gear tonight. But somehow I still feel like I’ll live to fight another day.

Makes you think, for sure.