Reflection: Five Years Since George Floyd’s Murder ©Dawn Minott

Yesterday I reposted the poem I wrote in the immediate aftermath of George Floyd’s murder—I Can’t Breathe.

In the harrowing moment when George Floyd was pinned to the ground—where racial oppression and systemic injustice converged in plain sight—a long-ignored truth was undeniable: racial justice is still the unfinished business of our time.

Five years later I reflect on the reality that true justice cannot stand alone.

Racial justice is inseparable from climate justice, reproductive justice, economic justicebecause the same systems that exploit the Earth, police Black bodies, and restrict bodily autonomy are rooted in histories of extraction, enslavement, and colonization.

These struggles are not parallel—they are intertwined. And so must be our response.

We need courageous allyship — not performative, but principled. Allyship that listens more than it speaks, that risks comfort for conscience, that shows up when it’s hard.

We also need the radical empathy to call people in (as Professor Loretta Ross guides us to) rather than merely calling them out, to make room for growth, accountability, and transformation. This is not about softening the demand for justice — it’s about deepening the path to get there.

Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion [DEI] efforts matter, but they are only a beginning.

To honor George Floyd — and Breonna Taylor, Trayvon Martin, Sandra Bland, and so many others — we must go further. We must embrace a fundamental rethinking and dismantling of power structures, norms, and narratives that uphold racial and other hierarchies that lead to injustices.

From individual introspection to institutional reform, from boardrooms to classrooms, from policy to protest — the work must be as deep as the wound.

George Floyd should still be alive. So should countless others. Let their deaths not be in vain. Let them be the reason we build a world where justice is not a demand but a lived reality — shared, sustained, and centered in humanity.

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Honoring the Life of George Floyd, 5 Years Later: I Can’t Breathe ©Dawn Minott |with audio

George Floyd your life mattered. Your death sparked a movement. We will not forget. (Your sunset: 25 May 2020)

I CAN’T BREATHE
His voice reached back over 400 years to the belly of slave ships
Summoning the plight of fore-mamas and -papas
Black bodies snatched from homeland stacked up for export
Crammed in places too cramped for air
Constrained. Pressed. Till urine leaked, undignified
Shackled and restrained from neck to feet
Black bodies stretched out beneath deck, unseen

Too dark to see
Too constrained to touch
Too dense to be heard
Too putrid to breathe in

I CAN’T BREATHE
His voice reached back 46 years to the belly of his mamma
To summon the space he’s always felt protected, safer
Invoking relief from the indignity of shackled wrists
Pinned under the knee-weight embodiment of bigotry and racist hatred
8 minutes:46 seconds
Breath. Of. Life … deliberately snuffed out, stolen
Black body stretched out for the world to view

Too riotous not to see
Too palpable not to touch
Too loud not to be heard
Too blatant not to breathe in

I CAN’T BREATHE
Ricocheted off sidewalks from cities and towns around the globe
Escaped the lips of mamas, papas, sistas, brothas of every age, color and creed
Galvanizing protests undaunted by a pandemic
Bodies of all races stretched out, collective voices shout
Demanding revolution, transformation, radical alteration

Too multi-ethnic not to see
Too seismic not to touch
Too forceful not to be heard
Too copious not to breathe in

I CAN’T BREATHE
Ignite change … too enormous not to see
Ignite change … too radical not to touch
Ignite change … too disruptive not to be heard
Ignite change … too transforming not to breathe-in

Change.

So.

I.

Can.

BREATHE.

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George Floyd: A Life That Sparked A Revolution

Who won the week? For me, that’s George Floyd.

In life the world knew not your name.

In death you changed the world, as your young daughter said.

Your murder, viewed live on phone and TV screens across the globe, sparked anti-racism movements and protests for racial justice and against police brutality all around the world.

One year later, not much has changed. “Knees” of those with power are still on the “necks” of those with unequal shares of power and the cry of “I Can’t Breathe” ricochets off acts of injustices and off institutions of inaction.

When does change equal progress and how can progress be measured? For even after you other lives were brutally taken.

George Floyd (and the litany of lives before and after you)—YOUR LIFE MATTERED!


This was written in contribution to Fandango’s Who Won The Week prompt.


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