THE GOOD SON

They say all lives matter, but that didn't help Susan as she cried She believed all lives mattered until the day that Samuel died. Samuel was her son, and she raised him in a lovely suburban house. Samuel was not a thug and never understood what gangs were about. He was a straight-A student and had the scholarship to attend a good school Samuel was a good kid, and she raised him not to be a fool. Recently, he turned 17 and started to go hang out with his friends. Susan didn't see this as a problem. Her boy was quietly becoming a man. He started going to parties, but he was home every night on time. Susan and her husband never thought that Samuel was running out of time. Tonight the doorbell rang, and an officer met the parents at the door. Susan immediately knew something was wrong and her heart hit the floor. The officer said that Samuel was shot dead about five miles up the road. Susan went emotionally numb as the rest of the story was told. Samuel was stopped for an expired tag that his dad didn't replace. He got out of his car too fast, and the officer shot him in the face. Susan screamed in terror and fell helplessly to the floor. The thought of her baby shot dead was more than she could endure. How did this happen? Samuel was smart, innocent, and kind. Samuel lost his life to officers fear, and Susan lost her mind. The officer's body-cam footage soon hit the internet and the news. The brutality of the footage only emphasized a truth many already knew. The officer asked Samuel why he was there driving an expensive car. Samuel stated it was his father's and that they didn't live too far. The officer then asked why the tags on the vehicle were a week old. Samuel said he didn't know, but his father would undoubtedly be told. The officer laughed and insinuated that Samual stole the expensive car. He said Samuel also met the description of a man that had robbed a local bar. Samuel got frustrated and screamed he was only seventeen. The officer told him to get out as another cop pulled up on the scene. Samuel was angry and quickly stepped outside the car. He was blinded by the flashlight of the other officer approaching from afar. As the officer shouted orders, Samuel looked afraid and alone. He said he could call his father and reached into his pocket for his cell phone. The officer screamed GUN! Shots were fired, and Samuel was hit in the head. The officer rolled Samuel over to cuff him despite knowing he was dead. How many Samuels will be regulated to this horrific fate? How many more lives must we lose before it is too much to take? Children like Tamir Rice are routinely cut down like useless grass. The law proffers benefit of the doubt and gives badged killers a pass. Systemic police malfeasance continues to destroy our families and communities. However, we consistently ignore the genocide and forgive the atrocities. Samuel's mother Susan lived with the lie that her "good" son would be safe. It only took a few fearful cops to turn her beliefs to waste. A life of possibility was stolen with the blast of a policeman's gun. Every new death creates the responsibility to make it the last one. It was never mentioned that Samuel was black People mitigate race as the reason behind these attacks. However, as you read this poem, I am sure you painted on his color. Cognitive dissonance was suspended to make you see the plight of your brothers. We all know that black men are disproportionately arrested, killed, and defiled. Those of you who attached a color now understand how we are consistently profiled. Share this simple poem with those who deny the apparent truth. Hopefully, it will promote empathy that will save an innocent black youth. © Eddie Phillips