This is not just the all too familiar headline focusing on a young unarmed African American male shot dead by police, but also the story of a man who needed mental health assistance and instead of receiving the professional assistance he so desperately needed, he received fatal bullets.
The police we can taunt on the street are not the real problem. Their management, beholden to that fraction of "the one percent" which actually wields political power, is, as is the system they are a part of.
We have to fundamentally change our view. The next time you run across someone having a mental health crisis on the street, think to yourself: if this person were having a heart attack, would you want them arrested?
My Uncle Norman once told me a story. Uncle Norman was born in 1909, and the story involves events from his adolescence, probably the early 1920s. The details may be a little imprecise, but the effect of this story on my Uncle Norman - like the effect he delivered to me - was chilling.