Worthy of joy

The George Floyd Memorial at the site where he died outside Cup Foods at East 38th Street and Chicago Avenue in Minneapolis. (Photograph: Chris Tuite/ImageSPACE/Rex/Shutterstock www.theguardian.com )

Sometimes it’s hard to escape being exposed to the violence that is happening around us. It feels as it is always there hovering over us even if it is difficult to identify.

This week, I remained glued to my television to listen to the verdict of the jury on the murder of George Floyd. But there were also two other deaths that occurred as a result of police brutality.

George Floyd’s trial forced us all to look in the mirror, but even as I welcomed the verdict, I still felt overwhelmed. Perhaps because it took so much protest and rage for some to understand what black people go through and even though there is accountability it still remains an uphill battle. The constant exposure makes it feel as if I am a caged bird. The ramifications can be felt everywhere.