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 June 6, 2020 as "Eight minutes in America".
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