POSTED: 07 Jul 2020 22:12
CATEGORY: Current Events
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I just received news today about my best friend. She is dead.
Let me tell you about this girl. I met her in 5th grade. Her name is Anaya Omeed. And she was an amazing girl. People looked at us hanging out together, and they'd have expressions of pure disgust and confusion and concern on their faces. My other friends always asked me, "Why do you hang around that weirdo?" My own mother told me to not hang out with Anaya.
Why did people tell me that? Why did we get funny looks?
Because Anaya was African-American. In other words, she was black.
I saw nothing wrong with it. She seemed like a normal person to me. I thought it was weird... she was always by herself. No one hung out with her. No one talked to her. Everyone entirely ignored her. That is, until I approached her, and we became friends the minute we shook hands.
We were viewed as weirdos. I knew people were sketched out about a white girl and a black girl being inseparable. And I did not care.
In 6th grade, Anaya gave me news that she was moving back with her dad. Her mother could not care for her. And I was very upset. She would be moving to Atlanta, and continuing school there, living with her dad. On her moving day, I stayed by her side until she had to leave. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to keep in touch. Our final embrace was a long one full of tears and murmurs of "I love you".
We never stopped texting. Or calling. Or Facetiming. Middle school moved onto high school. And our bond was still strong. We even planned to go to college together. She'd move back to California, and we could be together again.
Now we'll never get the chance.
Today, I received a call. It was Kenia Omeed, Anaya's mother. Her voice was grave and I knew something was wrong. She said words I never wanted to hear. I hang up abruptly, drinking it in. Then I call Michael Omeed, Anaya'd father. And I asked him, was it true? His brief pause, deep breath, and there's one word that he said that completely shattered my world into pieces.
No. No. No no no. NO!
"Anaya was killed today by a police officer. She was said to have been shoplifting at a shop near the house. Several police officers arrived on scene when the shop owner (Who is white) called 911. Anaya tried to explain there had been a mistake, and she took one step forward. And an officer, holding her at gunpoint, shot her three times, the bullets hitting her in the chest and arm. She died minutes later." -Account of Michael Omeed, who had witnessed the scene
What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK?! Is this expected to go unnoticed?!?!?
Anaya wouuld never shoplift. Hell, she wouldn't hurt a fly. And this mistake... she dies for it?! She did NOT deserve this!
The shop owner is white! The police officer who shot her is white! All of the police who had arrived are white! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS INJUSTICE?!
I know that this Black Lives Matter thing and the protests and such have been getting pretty damn tense, but this? The incidents like this? Innocent black lives being taken from them? When they did nothing wrong? Well, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that being black was a crime.
Why? Why are people like this? Why?
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." -The Declaration of Independence
AREN'T WE MEANT TO FOLLOW IT? Haven't black lives been fought for in the past? Aren't there people out there, like myself, who are fighting for black lives now?
Anaya should be alive. She should be able to enjoy the rest of her life. Without people, specifically white people, giving her dirty looks and talking trash about her.
Well... at least she's someplace where she can't be hurt. At least she's someplace civilized.
I love you, Anaya. I will not let your death go unnoticed.