The Afterlife of Property: On George Floyd’s Death and Black Fatherhood

This morning, while I waited for my son’s Similac to warm up, I learned that protesters in Minneapolis burned down the police precinct where Derek Chauvin allegedly operated from. I was disquieted. I changed his diaper, fed my child, and settled into what feels like a daily routine of looking at the ledger of Black death in the media and on my Twitter timeline; I always feel I am one encounter with a cop away from joining. All I know is that I wanted justice for George Floyd.