Eight Minutes and Forty Six Seconds

This is like the book of John.

Who is free indeed. Please god.

Pray for his family.

George Floyd. Hands up. Don’t shoot.

Hands up.

Don’t shoot—no justice, no peace.

no justice, no peace.
no justice, no peace.
no justice, no peace.
no justice, no peace.

No racist police.

My god offers justice, my god offers justice.

Law enforcement is here to serve and protect.

[the cacophony of horns]

You’ve got money here in America.

Millions if every state.

Injustice everywhere.

[cheers]

It should wake you up.
[less than lethal ordinance]
It should wake you up.
It should wake you up.
It should wake you up.

These racist pigs have got to go.

Hey hey, ho, ho.

“I CAN’T BREATH”

Power to the people.
Power to the people.
Power to the people.
Power to the people.

It’s hard to image what justice and healing could look like.

We owe it to them, future generations, and ourselves.

We need you to leverage your power and resource.

Self accountability.

Your liberation is bound up with mine.

Black Lives Matter.
Black Lives Matter.
Black Lives Matter.

I’m rooting for you to emancipate yourself from mental slavery.

I am rooting for you.

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