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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Free At Last©Dawn Minott

This marks the anniversary of Africans in America 400 plus 5 years
Let the story be told in full of ancestral lineage—Kings and Queens till slavery interferes

August of 1619 the record declares: “20 and odd” Africans kidnapped, sold, stripped of their rights
Forced-exile, from African land, so began resistance fight

Let this be clear—1619, that is America’s true founding
The greatest story, never told, its truth is now unfolding

The treatment of enslaved Africans divided this nation
North versus South, civil war gained only partial emancipation

Enslaved people “shall then, thenceforward, and forever be free”
But, this long awaited proclamation didn’t free all from slavery

Freedom road paved with hard-won gains broke Galveston’s stronghold
“Jubilee Day” birthed Juneteenth—African American holiday to nationally behold

Decades of slavery’s brutality bred a racist legacy
The reconstruction period fueled white supremacy

First there were 13 then 15 constitutional amendments made
Slavery’s official end and partial voting rights were gained

As African Americans won elections to ascend to seats of power
So did terrorism to intimidate, to suppress, and disempower

Jim-crow, segregation, separate but equal under law
Pursuit of education was self-improvement path foresaw

Or should they return to Africa build a country of their own?
Garvey’s Black Star Line ideas eventually overthrown

No—Stay! Fight! Determined! Resolute resistance!
Writers wield pen’s might to stir cultural renaissance

Freedom rides, sit ins, marches all demonstrating 
“If we must die let it not be like hogs”, Claude McKay’s mantra resonating

From Tubman’s Underground Railway created to be free
To Malcom’s inspired Black Power movement for justice and equality

LISTEN … Say their names together:
Rodney. Ahmaud. Breonna. George. And so many others

The clarion call; Black Lives Matter—
Time to end violence against our sisters and our brothers

Starting the marathon for a political seat at the table too
Shirley Chisholm runs for President in 1972

Jesse Jackson, he picked up the mantle in 1984
The power of the black vote galvanized and opened wide the door

In comes Barack Obama, first Black President elected in 20-0-9
Next Kamala Harris, Black and woman Vice President—for the very first time

It’s been centuries after centuries fighting always to restore
Our rightful place as Kings, Queens, Prince, Princesses like ancestors before

No tide of racism is high enough to impede rights-based education
Black history now a critical theory in schools’ curriculum foundation

Martin Luther the King of nonviolent civil action
Let it be known—our collective strength emerged to shape the identity of this nation

“Surely been rebuked, surely been scorned
But still my soul is-a heaven-born

If you don’t know that I been redeemed
Just follow me down to Jordan’s stream”

This is what it’s all about —
Echoes of liberation we will shout:

Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!


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Education Power @Dawn Minott |International Day of Remembrance of the Victims of Slavery and the Transatlantic Slave Trade (25 March)

Ark of Return”—a sculpture commissioned by the United Nations to commemorate the end of slave trade (UN NY Headquarters) to coincide with the International Day of remembrance for the victims of slavery

Slavery
Transatlantic Trade
Families …
torn away
Millions deprived, trauma …
generations span

Prejudice
Harmful norms live on
Impact then …
continues …
today, racist legacy …
reverberating

See the world …
through ethical lens
Status quo …
transforming
Education needed, to …
end injustice now

Afterword: A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) series to commemorate this year’s theme for the international: “Fighting Slavery’s Legacy of Racism Through Transformative Education.”

My 2020 commemoration poem: Mamma Africa

My 2021 commemoration poem: Lest We Forget

My 2023 commemoration poem: Free At Last

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see ME©


You may only look at the dark pigmentation of my skin
You may only look at the full contours of my lips
You may only look at the rounded fatness of my nose
You may only look at whatever creative way I choose to wear my hair today
Nubian curls, afro, braids or just that low flow

You don’t see ME
ME in all my diversity

See the person that I am
Not the person you perceive this skin color to represent
Check the fake smiles and the hypocritical relations
Drop the derogative names and the questioning gaze
End criminalization and discrimination
See beyond
See the person that I am
Yes, I am black
There’s more to me than the color of my skin

see ME
ME in all my diversity

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Contribution to Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda Hill. The prompt this week is color/colour.

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