Judge’s Comment: “Student readers of the Eastern Progress in Kentucky could surely relate to this open letter to Breonna Taylor, who was the victim of a no-knock warrant in Louisville. A bit of background would strengthen this column, but Crutcher effectively expresses her firsthand experiences and how they apply to the Black community at her university. The writing makes good use of themed paragraphs to express frustration with a social justice issue related to Black lives: I am angry, tired, sorry and hurt. Without directly suggesting a solution, her words do move readers toward empathy and possibly a change in mindset.”
As I write this letter to you, I am feeling so many emotions after reading about the decision from the Grand Jury that your killers will not be punished for the crimes that they have committed. I could not imagine what your family and friends are going through. This is something that I have worried about for myself, my family and friends for a long time. Since I was little, I was taught that the color of my skin mattered. I was taught that the color of my skin could bring hardships. I was taught that the color of my skin could bring harm to myself from others.
I am angry that advocating for Black Lives to matter is looked at as unprofessional. I am angry that advocating for change is not important to all. I am angry that there are police officers that can kill non-threatening unarmed Black people in America and get away with it. I am angry that Black Lives do not matter in a country that we built.
I am tired of the police killing us. I am tired of the police not protecting us. I am tired of being scared. I am tired of reading another hashtag. I am tired of pleading with people that Black Lives matter. I am tired of being tired. I am tired of being afraid that I or someone I love will become another #JusticeFor_____.
I am so sorry that people have profited off your death. I am so sorry that you won’t grow old. I am so sorry that your family and friends are going through this. I am so sorry that you’ve become just a hashtag. I am so sorry for the many other victims throughout the years, who have had their life ended. I am so sorry for the recklessness of the police department.
I am hurt that your life was taken so soon from this earth by the same individuals that are sworn to protect you. I am hurt that black people around the country are not protected. I am hurt that our lives are deemed as less than valued. I am hurt that advocating for black lives to matter, makes us “thugs”. I am hurt that I have written this letter to you and that you’ll never read it.
A Hurt Black Woman