Guest Writer Janet Holmes Uchendu: I Go Back to May 2020
Featuring Guest Writer Janet Holmes Uchendu inspired by the poem I Go Back to May 1937 by Sharon Olds.
I Go Back to May 2020
by Janet Holmes Uchendu
I go back to May 25 2020
There are four male police officers
There is a crowd of everyday citizens
The event escalates
A man falls to the ground
Eight minutes and forty-six seconds later
That man is dead
I learn of this through headlines
Headlines
Blaring headlines
The News reports his name is George Floyd
I immediately feel the need
To put some respect on his name
This man whom I do not know is
Mr. George Floyd
What did he do
That warranted he should be murdered
That murder captured on video
And broadcast to the world
The story will unfold
There will be information
What he did
Who he was
There will be character assassination
Justification for his murder
Justification for why the one police officer
Should not be charged
With the murder of
Mr. George Floyd
Justification for why the other three
Should not be charged
As accomplices
To the murder of
Mr. George Floyd
Justification for why
Mr. George Floyd
Deserved to die
On June 18 2020
The Los Angeles Times published a story online
By the Associated Press
And the headline screamed
Prosecutors Say Officer Had Knee On George Floyd’s Neck For 7:46 Rather Than 8:46
Apparently this makes some kind of difference
It actually took one minute less than what was initially reported
For that police officer to murder
Mr. George Floyd
Does that one minute less make
Mr. George Floyd
one minute less dead
Does that one minute mean
We can feel
One minute less outrage
Sadness
Sorrow
Powerlessness
Hopelessness
I go back to May 25 2020
There was a crowd of everyday citizens
They watched
Bore witness to a murder
Why didn’t they stop it
They tried
Smartphone footage shows some were vocal
Look at him
Get off of him now
What is wrong with y’all
What the (bleep)
He got mace
He got mace
Bro he’s not (bleep) moving
Did they (bleep) kill him bro
Show me his pulse
Check his pulse
Check it right (bleep) now
Check
The man ain’t moved yet bro
Get off of his neck
Get off him
Are you serious
There were four officers with guns
Four officers with authority
Given to them by our society
By virtue of their positions
By virtue of their profession
I was not there
What would I have done
There is video which shows
That at least sixteen times
In less than five minutes
Mr. George Floyd
Says I can’t breathe
I cannot breathe
He calls out Mama
Mama
If I had been present
Would that have been the moment
My heart tore through my chest
And I risked my life
To charge at the officers
To try to dislodge that officer’s knee
From the neck
Of every Black mother’s son
Of every mother’s son
Would others have joined me
Possibly overpowering the officers
Some losing their lives
Or would I alone
Have become
Part of this tragedy
I can’t imagine the officers would have tried
To subdue me
I can only imagine they would have simply
Shot me dead
The justification
Fear of the imminent danger
Posed by this crazed, grey-haired Black woman
I read the headlines
I read the stories
I listened to the News
I absorbed it all
I am home alone as I watch the telecast
Of the funeral of
Mr. George Floyd
At the request of the Reverend Al Sharpton
I stand for eight minutes and forty-six seconds
I stand
Shaking
Tears streaming down
I stand
Feeling
Rage
Sadness
Sorrow
Powerlessness
Hopelessness
I stand because
Mr. George Floyd
Did not deserve to be murdered
By those who are sworn
To protect and serve
I tremble at the indisputable reality
That protect and serve
Applies to some
Not all
Not to those
Who look like
Mr. George Floyd
Who look like me
I stand
Because I need to put some respect on his name
I stand for
Mr. George Floyd
Addendum # 1:
Monday March 29 2021
I watch the opening statements
In the trial of the officer
Who murdered
Mr. George Floyd
It is clearly stated that he
Had his knee on the neck of
Mr. George Floyd
For nine minutes and twenty-nine seconds
It is also stated that twenty-seven times
Mr. George Floyd
Said he could not breathe
I thought about changing
The title of this poem
To 929 but whether it was
Eight minutes forty-six seconds
Seven minutes forty-six seconds or
Nine minutes twenty-nine seconds
Mr. George Floyd
Is still dead
In spite of his pleading
Begging
I can’t breathe
Somebody help me
I’m sorry
Please I can’t breathe
Addendum # 2:
Monday February 28 2022
I go back
This murder won’t leave me