Can a man die of oxygen deprivation if there’s a strong, heavy knee placed on his neck for 9 (oh, just give and take, the killings haven’t even slowed down yet, homeys) minutes? Or must we dig for alternative causes like all the ills that black folks have been heir to and victim-blamed for throughout these last great American centuries—drugs, poor self-care, poverty, despair, lack of faith in the SYSTEM and the MAN, systemic denigration [note the intended pun! The word means ‘to blacken’!] and devaluation—till we come up with something resembling business as usual.
Taxes. We’ve understood how it goes. Some of us report it. Some of us don’t. Some of us pay it. Some of us don’t. How do you live through tax season and tell of it? There’s only one way. Go vote out those who don’t pay their taxes despite occupying highest office in the USA. Then return, and tell of it, smiling.