I'm thinking of all the ppl who knew Breonna Taylor before she became hashtag. The people who raised her, the people who held her, the people who laughed with her, the people who cried with her, the people who dreamed with her. They didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve this.

For ppl who knew Breonna personally, it must feel like a double helix of grief. Mourning the small moments of love that have been stripped away from you, & a recognition that what happened to Breonna is part of a much broader structural problem in our social & political systems.

This is the grief that so many Black Americans experience in moments like these. The mourning of a person that we've lost—and all that makes that person fully human—and the mourning over a system that allows these deaths to keep happening.