THE KILLING OF KENNETH CHAMBERLAIN (A Work in Progress ‘Cause it Ain’t Over Till It’s Over)My understanding of social justice came from my parents, Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee. My father helped me make meaning of the decade of assassinations of Medgar Evers, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Jr., John F. Kennedy, and Robert F. Kennedy. My mother helped me understand why Mamie Till Mobley placed the body of her young son in an open casket. I know well that I must be a voice of resistance against the resurgence of police killings of unarmed black and brown people; this Strange Fruit refrain.
Too many families awakened today without their sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, husbands and wives who were violently and senselessly killed by police while being black; while being women; while being children; while taking out their wallets; while walking in a stairwell; while being in a subway station; while holding a toy gun; while living homeless; while cooperating; while sleeping; and while standing in their own homes.
The killing of Kenneth Chamberlain, Sr. took place just 9 miles from where I grew up. I didn’t have to leave Westchester County to know homeland terrorism or hear the cries for justice. This series of images includes a video short as well as photographs of Kenneth Chamberlain, Jr., a police reform activist.