"I can't breathe." - GEORGE FLOYD - May 25th 2020
"I can't- I can't breathe. Get off me please." At this point all the officers were on him. One at his feet, another on his back. One held down his arms and pulled at the shoulder that still had a bullet in it.
Mars did the only thing he could. He cried.
I can't breathe.
At eleven past eight, Mars Philip died at the hands of Officer Paul, Officer Tanner, and Officer Charles.
At seven forty-one, Mars Phillip walked into Stephan's convenience store. He held a bag in his hand. It was a small plastic bag; and in it was his mother's purse.
Milk. he needed milk.
