My heart froze when I read this report this morning. I don't know yet whether or not he was any relation. But I couldn't help picturing my dad, or any of my big cousins or brothers' names in his stead. 1/6 https://world.wng.org/content/video_reveals_police_suffocation_from_march#.X1EMX9AOCQo.twitter

This week I was listening to a sermon by @iammiketodd where he talked about, when he watched the video of George Floyd, he instantly pictured himself being the one pinned to the ground until he suffocated 2/6

I don't think people always realize the very real fear a lot of black people, especially men, have when they see these kinds of fatal incidents. Fear that they could be the one who ends up as a headline. And that fear extends to the women who love them 3/6

Part of it is the sense of community and identity that stretches far back that I don't know how to explain. You see it when someone in the Black community that we don't even know personally dies. Like @chadwickboseman or @repjohnlewis. 4/6

It feels personal. It feels like it happened to family. It produces tears. And it drives home the importance of taking seriously Romans 12:15b: "mourn with those who mourn." How good of God to remind us of that.

It's a reminder we've needed over and over this year. 5/6

I guess all I wanted to say was, even if you don't necessarily relate to this (and this is also a reminder for myself), to be gentle in the face of grief that may not seem to make much sense. We could all use more compassion. /end

just heard from my aunt that he was a cousin. I don't have any words.