THE KILLING OF KENNETH CHAMBERLAIN (A Work in Progress ‘Cause it Ain’t Over Till It’s Over)
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 to hear the cries for justice.
LINES IN THE SAND
Sara was a structural integrationist, a Rolfer, and I was her client. Then I became her friend. When Sara was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), everything changed. Her world became smaller, her body became weaker, and she became a fierce public advocate for death with dignity.