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I wasn’t on the jury. I didn’t hear the more than 70
hours of testimony. And no, I didn’t hear the details provided by the
more than 60 witnesses that were brought forth during the Missouri trial
of Ferguson Police Officer Darren Wilson, the man who killed Michael
Brown, an African American teenager. All I have heard this entire time
was what most of the rest of us heard, which was what was reported to us
via any number of news sites, shows, blogs, and whatever we may have
heard from friends and acquaintances we trusted to know what they were
talking about.
So yeah. I admit it. And I’ll admit it up front.
There’s a lot I don’t know about what happened on that day when Michael
Brown was killed. Hey, I wasn’t even there.
But here’s what I do know, all right? I know that on
Thanksgiving Day, the day that I will be enjoying with nearly 40
members of my family (and that’s just on my wife’s side) in Baltimore,
Lesley McSpadden and Michael Brown Sr., the parents of Michael Brown
Jr., will be dying inside in Ferguson. Their child was killed, and three
days before the holiday where we here in America are expected to feast,
rejoice, and give thanks, the parents of a dead child were given the
news that the man who killed their son will face no punishment for his
actions. None. And they know that the man who killed their son was a
white police officer. And they know what that means in America just as
all the non-white residents of all the Fergusons all across the country
know what that has meant for so long.
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