Say His Name: Keith Porter, Jr.

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Brothers, Sisters, Comrades in the struggle.

We gather not to whisper, but to testify. Not to beg, borrow, steal, but to demand. We are here to speak a truth that the system wishes to bury in silence and in paperwork. We are here to break the conspiracy of quiet, to shatter the cycle of forgetting.

They tell us to claim our peace. But what peace can exist on stolen ground? They speak of our freedom of speech, our internet freedom. Yet when we speak the most important names, the names of our stolen sons and daughters, they turn down the volume. They change the channel. They pretend not to hear.

So I say to you today: we will not be silent. Our silence has been a weapon used against us. Our question echoes in the streets, in the halls of power, in the chambers of our own hearts: When are they going to stop the violence?

I demand you pay full attention. Focus your minds and your spirits. We are not here for metaphor. We are here for a man.

Say his name.

Say his name.

Black Lives Matter

Only archived

never fades away.

Keith Porter, Jr.

Say his name.

Keith Porter, Jr.

Say his name.

Keith Porter, Jr.

An ice age orchestrated by indifference robbed Keith Porter, Jr. of his stage, his future, his very last breath. He is not a statistic. He is one of ours. He is our son. He is our Golden State son. He is our stepson, our father, our stepfather, our cousin, our grandson, our great-grandson. He was a natural-born United States citizen. A taxpayer. His name belongs on every front page, on every news scroll, in every social media feed, in the debates of Congress! His life belongs in the public record, not circling the drain of a system that pretends he never existed.

Say his name.

Say his name.

Black Lives Matter

Only archived

never fades away.

Keith Porter, Jr.

Say his name.

We put the question to the leaders, to the county, to the district, to the state: Why are you not holding the off-duty accountable for taking an unfortunate life? Where is the accountability? There is a vile irony at work! A Congress that can release funds for foreign regimes to "wipe the slate clean," yet cannot bring itself to clean its own house. They release chaos. They unleash vigilante vengeance upon our communities, and then wonder why the streets are burning.

As the great Marvin Gaye cried out in a prophetic song: “This ain’t living! What’s going on?” I ask you today: What is going on? That we must now consider bulletproof vests and face shields as daily wear in America? This nation is becoming a monument to waste—a waste of potential, a waste of promise, a waste of life.

We are tired.

We are tired of marching.

We are tired of swinging on trees.

We are tired of being buck broken

We are tired of being provoke

We are tired of being ill treated

As a joke.

We are tired of being ignored.

We are tired of being unheard.

Our fatigue is not a signal for surrender. It is the fuel for our final demand. We will not be fatigued into silence. From this fatigue, we forge our DEMAND FOR JUSTICE.

So let it ring from this place, let it echo in every corner where they think we are not listening, let it shake the foundations of every institution that has looked away:

o longer a request, but a reality. We will say it until his name is not a cry of pain, but a covenant of change.