I've been thinking this all week. A lion got killed, and everyone is losing it across the board. Folks across the planet, and of course the United States have been gunned down like
DOGS IN THE STREETS... and yet we can't unanimously be outraged. And sure, there has been an awful lot of posts and protests, thoughts and essays about these latest police on citizen murders. But where is the universal sadness?
I was in San Diego when Michael Vick went to jail for killing dogs. I'm a dude raised in Cleveland that's been through some shit, so I didn't think much of it. A coworker was screaming at the break room TV with tears in her eyes about how Vick should get the chair.. I thought to myself "Wow. California is ridiculous. Whys this chick so mad? When did we as a society value animals more than humans?" And don't get me wrong, the douchebag that killed that Lion is a colossal piece of shit and deserves what's coming to him, but wow. It's like... Our lives don't matter. It's like one lion is worth more to people than Oscar Grant or Eric Garner. The emotions from people make it seem like they knew the lion and were his best friend. But when asked about police brutality they're silent.
You had a bigger chance of seeing someone that would later be murdered by police than seeing that fucking lion. #CecilTheLion #BlackLivesMatter