All this community wanted was to stand strong and protect their own. Not realising that they had signed the death warrants of three of their very own.
How mindless and senseless can a death be? I ask each one of you? Are your Nike trainers worth it? Are your designer clothes worth it? Is the plasma LED 42″ worth it?
Today a community mourns the loss of three of their own who died trying to protect them. Today a friend mourns his friend. Today a mother mourns her sons. Today a father mourns his sons. How do we console them?
Today we mourn three dead brothers, not one, not two, but three.
What do we as a nation learn from this? How do we move on?
When that first stone was thrown. When that first stick was picked up. When that first window was broken. Each of you have a hand in their deaths. You are all responsible, each and every one of you. It doesn’t mater you were in another street, area, city or town. There are no excuses. No get outs. No nothings.
When a man, a community member runs towards three bodies lying in the street, run over by a speeding car, to help them, and starts to apply CPR. One tap on the shoulder changes everything.
Suddenly he is no longer a community member, a man, a muslim, a brother, in an instant he becomes a mourning father of a dead son. His son lays behind him dead, one of the three.
Even after his loss he stands up in front of the world and shows such dignity. “I blame no one. No politicians, no policemen”
I say you are all to blame.