
GEORGE FLOYD (12/21/1960 – 5/25/2020)
GEORGE FLOYD may best be remembered and immortalized from the gleeful momentary expression of his 6 year old daughter whose reality of her father’s death had yet to sink in. For all we know her thoughts might have been that Daddy went away for a while and will return soon, but while looking over the great crowd from sitting atop the shoulders of his best friend Stephen Jackson, she shouted in her small voice, “My daddy changed the world.” Berlin One might also be inclined to believe that at such a tender age she was able to look beyond death and see the colossal purpose for the snuffing out of her father’s life by a police officer, paid from the public purse to serve and protect, while seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was staring straight into the camera with his hand in his pocket while being videotaped, as it were, propped on one knee while the other was used to consistently and determinedly pump the life out of Floyd, lying on his belly, handcuffed behind his back, blood running from his nose and urine flowing from under the car from which he was pinned down shouting with his last breath, I CAN’T BREATHE, while his three cronies watched without remorse and failed to lend a helping hand to the man that was being murdered before their very eyes. London The emboldened great crowds that converged in protests across the United States and countries across the globe signified