Editorial
Eight minutes in America

It’s my face, man.

I didn’t do anything serious, man.

Please.

Please.

Please, I can’t breathe.

Please, man.

Please, somebody.

Please, man.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe.

Please.

[Inaudible.]

Man, can’t breathe. My face.

Just get up.

I can’t breathe.

Please, I need my [inaudible].

I can’t breathe. Shit.

I will.

I can’t move.

Mama.

Mama.

I can’t.

My knee.

My nuts.

I’m through.

I’m through.

I’m claustrophobic.

My stomach hurt.

My neck hurts.

Everything hurts.

Some water or something.

Please.

Please.

I can’t breathe, officer.

Don’t kill me.

They gon kill me, man.

Come on, man.

I cannot breathe.

I cannot breathe.

They gon kill me.

They gon kill me.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe.

Please, sir.

Please.

Please.

Please, I can’t breathe. 

This article was first published in the print edition of The Saturday Paper on Jun 6, 2020 as "Eight minutes in America".

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