Sandra Bland should be thirty-four today. She was murdered in a Waller County Jail six years ago.
Sandra Bland should be celebrating her birthday today.
She was twenty-eight years old when she was extrajudicially kidnapped.
She was twenty-eight when she was lynched.
She was one day dead, when footage was released of her kidnapping.
It has been six years between then and now.
Six years between her death and the storming of the United States Capital by white supremacists.
That’s an extraordinary learning curve in surveying the molecules between the chemical reaction of white noise in the radioactive political nuclear outcome.
Unless you get it right, you’ll never get it right.
Never Forget.
Sandra Bland should be thirty-four today. Sandra Bland would have been thirty-four today.
Never Forget that they forgot.
In forgetting allowed qualified immunity, to become qualified impunity, in complacency to an apathy that six years after the murder of Sandra Bland showed up to the house on the hill and broke the levees.
Who has drowned in the tragedy of this history?
Say their names. Say their names as if all the collective candles that should be lit today, pressed into the trenches of United States history would signal a S.OS. to the heavens connecting the dots between spacial context and temporal memory, which only the federal government of the United States could manage to neglect.
In memory of Sandra Bland.
Price of Silence 