Are We All George Floyd?

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“There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.”
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

I live in the Twin Cities. My attention to the George Floyd trial might exceed that of the average BC visitor. My anger at what occurred has gone up with each new bit of prosecutorial evidence.

It seems George Floyd died because the police officer who killed him had marginalized him.

George Floyd was a drug user. George Floyd had passed a phony $20 bill. George Floyd was wary of police. George Floyd was black.

Have I ever passed a counterfeit bill? Probably. The estimate is the average person in the United States had a 1% chance last year of handling a counterfeit bill. Floyd’s demeanor in the convenience store after he passed the bill suggested innocence. We’ll probably never know if he knew the bill was phony.

Have I ever done recreational drugs? Nothing beyond alcohol or caffeine in the last fifty years. But during the 60s and 70s, I did enough to know they were powerful and not my cup of tea. One very unfortunate morning early in my career I had a meeting with an extremely important client. I’d been partying heavily the night before, so I decided to fix my hangover with a few uppers. I made a first-class ass out of myself. The defense attorneys are trying to use George Floyd’s drug use as a scapegoat.

One night in my college days we were on the outskirts of our college town looking for a house party. We were pulled over on a stretch of unoccupied street at least a half-mile from the nearest home. There were three of us in the car. All fraternity brothers. All average size males in our early twenties. The officer took the driver to his squad. After fifteen minutes, my other buddy (in pre-law – he eventually became a lawyer) decided to find out what was going on. He approached the driver's side of the car and asked what the charges were. The officer apparently had his door ajar because he slammed it open on my friend knocking him to the ground. My friend looked up and said, “That’s good, Fatnuts!” which was followed by the officer repeatedly punching and kicking my friend. I wanted to get out and give the officer his due. But like those who watched George Floyd die from a few feet away, I did nothing. I later called the mayor, who I had worked with on a civic project -- and he got all charges immediately dropped. My two friends spent less than two hours in jail.

We were told that the officer feared that we were going to attack him. (That appears to be a defense that George Floyd’s murderer will be asserting.) The officer who mauled my friend was armed. We were not. The odds that we were going to attack him were miniscule. Yet – I’ve often wondered how a jury would have seen it had things gone from bad to worse.

I’ve never fully trusted police after that. I’m fairly certain George Floyd had many, many reasons not to trust the officers arresting him.

How different would have it been had George been Georgette – in transition – instead of black -- and all other circumstances had remained the same? Half of transgender people report they are uncomfortable seeking police assistance. More than one-fifth (22%) of transgender people who had interacted with police reported police harassment, and 6% of transgender individuals reported that they experienced bias-motivated assault by officers.

When viewing the pictures of George Floyd being suffocated, I don’t see a black man. I see me.

I wonder how many others reading this identify with George Floyd?

Jill

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