Thread by @ashtonpittman

I lost my white brother to police brutality when I was 14-years-old.

I am goddamn tired of people who don't give a single damn about victims like him pretending they care about white victims of police brutality just long enough to distract from Black victims like George Floyd.

https://twitter.com/OleVanishing/status/1384681077462212611

White supremacy has always been willing to sacrifice white lives.

Rep. JH McGehee, arguing for Mississippi's Jim Crow constitution, said he'd do "anything" to "insure white supremacy...even if it does sacrifice some of my white children or my white neighbors or their children."

So don't bother pretending you give a damn about white victims of police.

Black people make up 13% of the country, yet are 24% of police brutality victims.

That's why there's a willingness to sacrifice so many white lives to this system: because Black people get hurt worse.

My brother was Jason. He had a fiancé he'd loved since age 13. He was a father who loved his then 3-year-old daughter & had just taken her horse riding for the 1st time (she's now in college).

But to the officer who shot him, he was nothing. To white supremacists, cannon fodder.

So when they bring up the fact that there are "more white victims of police brutality," yeah, no shit. White people are 60% of the population, but only 49% of police brutality victims.

Black people are 13% of the US population, but 24% of police brutality victims.

And that disproportionate impact on Black people is why white supremacists are fine with letting hundreds of white people die at the hands of police every year.

Because at the end of the day, it hurts Black people far worse overall and maintains white supremacy. That's the goal.

Anyway, I'm not looking for sympathy, though I appreciate all of you!

I just felt like I have some authority to call out this constant lie that's meant to whitewash systemic racism in policing and I wanted to use it.

Plus, someone finally really pissed me off with this garbage.

By the way, after my brother's death, my family heard from two families, including a mother who personally came to our door to share her story, whose sons had both been killed by the same officer.

Unlike my brother, both of those victims were young Black men.

(One mother didn't lose both sons; it was two separate families that each lost a son—in case my phrasing was confusing).