I cannot stop thinking about George Floyd and the horrific tragedy that should NEVER have happened to him.
In July 2007, I had someone pin me down onto the sidewalk with their knees in my back and also choking me. I thought I was going to die that night. I was choked by this person, not with their hands around my throat, but by shoving their fingers and entire hand into my mouth. In the tiny moments when I got air, I begged to call my mother. I said, “please, please! If you’re going to kill me please let me call my mommy!” (Yes I said Mommy) All I got in response was, “I’m going to kill you, b****!”
Even though this was on a residential sidewalk in Baltimore City, no one physically came to help me, but thank God someone called the police. The sirens are what stopped me from being killed. I obviously couldn’t move, so he proceeded to grab me by my hair and dragged me to the front of his house and I didn’t want to go in there, obviously. My mouth was hanging open and bleeding the entire time. He went into his house, brought a gun back out, fired it into the air, then grabbed my hair again and pulled me up the concrete steps into his house and he ran off down the street and into the night.
By the end of this, he had been shoving his hand, and pressing down so hard on my chin, that my jaw totally broke in 2 places. I couldn’t close my mouth and had blood gushing from it.
This was not done to me by a police officer, but I know the fear and terror that goes through your mind. How you just want someone, anyone to help you….That this will be your last moments on earth, that you are about die and that you don’t know how your family will find out about what’s happening to you, how much you just want to see and talk to your family in those last moments….
