We Are All Witnesses â€” The Ringer
Jared Sperli stashed this in sad
Twenty months after Tamir Rice was killed in Cleveland, his mother is still grappling with how to grieve in private following her sonâ€™s public death.
The cycle has become familiar. Ferguson, Cleveland, Baton Rouge, Falcon Heights. Michael Brown, Tamir Rice, Alton Sterling, Philando Castile. Seemingly countless others. All with an inciting event: the death of a black civilianâ€Šâ€”â€Šsometimes a black childâ€Šâ€”â€Šat the hands of law enforcement. All with an immediate reaction: scrutiny from reporters, anger from protesters and venom from counterprotesters, all burning hot for weeks or months before simmering down. Eventually the attention shifts, focusing anew on the next tragedy. The dead are not quite forgotten by the public, but not quite remembered, either. They become names listed in speeches by activists and politicians, in articles like this one. And their families are left, in a world that has gone quiet, trying to figure out what comes next.