Thread by @kidnoble

This night one year ago was #BreonnaTaylor’s last time going to bed.

She went to bed with dreams for her life. She went to bed with goals for her career. She went to bed with love in her heart.

She went to bed assuming she would wake up the next morning, like every other day.

She had steak for dinner, followed by a movie. Normally she would’ve gone to her boyfriend’s apartment, but this night they chose to stay at hers.

Breonna had post-it notes with handwritten goals on them all around her apartment.

She had just bought a car, and wanted to pursue home-ownership and starting a family.

Breonna had attended college. She had trained as an EMT and hoped to become a nurse.

She’d tried to do everything right, and just wanted to help people.

Breonna went to bed as an essential worker during a worldwide pandemic.

Essential.

She was doing work every day fighting to help save other people.

This is what the police stole when they barged in her apartment and killed her for no reason.

They killed Breonna. Murdered.

They killed her hopes. They killed her dreams. They killed her goals.

They deemed her non-essential to this world when they murdered her.

Often with these police murders, I think about the potential impact that was stolen from the world.

Through Breonna’s work as an essential worker, that could’ve been someone’s mother/father/son/daughter/etc. not dying from Covid.

I don’t have a pretty boy to wrap this thread up with. Breonna is just weighing heavily on my heart tonight as I wind my evening down.

It’s terrifying that any of us could meet the same fate, just b/c were Black.

#BreonnaTaylor should still be here.

We have to continue to speak #BreonnaTaylor’s name, and the many other Black women that have been taken from us and impacted by police violence.

We have to continue to make this world safer for Black women, men, trans, and gender non-conforming people.

Bow*

The devil is busy.