Next to the Police Station in Portland Maine at 5 AM the candles are still lit. There is no one here except for news teams. A wee street memorial for grief. Below it posters are scattered. Black Lives Matter. RIP George Floyd. Say Their Names. Silence = Violence. It's 5 AM and the candles remain lit.
There were flowers laying amidst the signs. Bouquets of roses, tulips, lilacs. They were limp. Some were trampled...
There were flowers laying amidst the signs. Bouquets of roses, tulips, lilacs. They were limp. Some were trampled. I think of those that thought to bring flowers. And of those that no longer can. Of the candles I see lined up here and there. Of names written out, George Floyd the most prevalent amongst them. But there are many names I can't even remember or recall, all dead. They are not on the tip of my tongue and have been lost down a congested sewerage like newsfeed. And how miserable is this? Thank you to those that wrote those names. Who removed silence.
'Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.' - Martin Luther King, Jr.
'Our lives begin to end
the day we become silent about things that matter.'
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
Silent No More