1. Police killed another unarmed Black man last night. Barely in his 20s.

He was killed in the car his momma bought him. While his momma was on the phone with him.

His crime was apparently violating a traffic law. #DaunteWright should be alive today.

2. For everyone who will say “he needed to comply,” please understand that the end of that sentiment that is always present yet always unstated is, “and because he didn’t, he deserved to die.”

Make sure you say the second part if you say the first.

3. I hope that everyone knows that there are Black children and Black parents waking up to this news today. And that for many, it will take a few minutes to figure out, “Is this ANOTHER one, or an old one?”

Because this feels like every day. Without ceasing.

4. Black Death at the hands of the state is relentless. And I know of no Black person with the option to tap out on the days it feels too much.

May all of us have the strength to get through one more day of grieving. To take strength where we can, comfort where it is offered.

5. I pray on this every. Single. Day. Because, for all the meanness and ugliness, the hurt masquerading as thoughtfulness, it is only those of us grieving who have any chance of stopping the next murder. And we will need to do it together. God help us.