People Against Violence Org.'s Posts (12)

Boobs Over Bombs

August 22,2015
By Tricia Maria

On August 3rd in Hong Kong, citizens lined up to protest the 3.5 month prison sentence for a woman for assaulting a police officer with her breast. 

A few months ago…

A lady walks over to me, chewing a chocolate cookie, a sneer already on her face. I know she’s about to say something I won’t like. Two young girls had just passed by, one with short purple hair, showing a bra strap, wearing tights and platforms, another rocking a crop top (maybe some cleavage) and jean shorts.

“I need to start dying my hair off colours and showing my skin to fit in,” the lady says, crumbs falling out of her mouth, “I fear for my sons in college you know. They have that to deal with, they shouldn’t show so much,” she motions to the young girls who’d strutted past.

In the next breath she tells me about how talented he is playing Halo.

So he’s an expert in virtual violent, and compassionless murder, BUT needs to shield his mind from all these revealing women, their cleavage; their lustful bodies.

FEAR the boobies.


What you see daily in your life and outside of it, all of it holds a perception and a filter you adhere to every situation you take in. Violence and sex right? All the good stuff. Except violence has actually become just that—good. In the news recently, Miley Cyrus labeled Taylor Swift’s “Bad Blood” video unnecessarily violent. Crazy, we’ve all seen Cyrus naked and she thinks she can critique Taylor Swift?

I had a conversation with a person who shall remain nameless, (mostly because I chatted with him on a bus and I don’t remember his name) but he’d said, “How dare Cyrus judge Swift’s video when her antics are so over sexualized and promote smoking up.”

Hmmm …

Here is where my issue lies: is taking a life, or smacking someone in the face better than lighting up a joint or riding a giant hotdog (no image needed).

Miley Cyrus continues to shock fans for the Bangerz Tour debut in Vancouver, Canada. The popstar straddled a hot dog and floated through the sky while singing a song. Pictured: Miley Cyrus Ref: SPL700805 150214 Picture by: R Chiang / Splash News Splash News and Pictures Los Angeles:310-821-2666 New York: 212-619-2666 London: 870-934-2666
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Now, I am a huge fan of being in charge of my faculties, and you’d think I mean not smoking up. And I do. But I’m also referring to “seeing red” as in that angry beast that rears its head resulting in people getting hurt.

I honestly thought growing up over sexualized antics were meant to be judged, and war was a political necessity. Sex was worse than war.

But is it truly? Where one takes a life and the other…makes a life?


It was brought again to my attention in a bookstore. A mother takes a Manga 16+ (a style of Japanese comic books) from the shelf, shaking her head, complains that it should be wrapped in plastic—“There are too many boobs in here. We wouldn’t want someone who shouldn’t to find it and see the wrong thing!” I couldn’t help but notice she complained about this particular Manga, but failed to notice another to the left of the offending article—a samurai cutting the head off another samurai. THAT’S JUST FINE.

I think I actually did a double take in that moment. Is this a cultural thing? As in—were we actually brought up to believe bombs are passable and boobs are not?

Both are featured in the Manga 16+ section, and this particular person really shouldn’t have minded in the least, as what she had done was similar to walking into a forest and saying there were too many evergreen trees. Never mind the other trees. Am I right?

 Here is my point fair reader…

The line no matter where you’ve drawn it—blurs. I take offense for my own personal reasons, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that both the nameless fellow on the bus, and the lady in the bookstore, has skewed ideas of what’s ok and what’s not.

I am not a fan of most of Miley’s antics, but neither am I fan of Taylor’s take on revenge. Get ready I’m about to blow your mind: Given the choice though I’d side with Miley here, I’d rather save a life. Many people perceive Taylor as safe because of the culture we were raised in, violence is always prevalent and we hear about it on the news while we spread Nutella on our toast (my breakfast), and it ain’t no thang. But hear about a teenager wearing less than nothing while walking to the grocery store, and it would seem like the world is truly ending.

b over b 

Thank you and Good Morning.

~Tricia Maria

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Yes, You Can

August 11, 2015

By Marianne D.

Magic enters our life the moment we meet that special person. It is as if that person is the angel who will make all our dreams come true. And, for the longest time they remain magical and angelic, until we give them our hearts. At that moment, we begin watching our dreams turn into nightmares.

Let’s be real; the signs were there from the very beginning and we either ignore them or we are too in love to see “the truth”.

We continue dreaming and hoping that one day they will change. Even though, they are no longer whom we fell in love with, we still continue loving them more and more each day. We hope that our love will transform them back to the angel we first met.

So, I began doing what others’ suggested as the solution. I started cooking more of his favorite meals. I started cleaning and decorating to make the house look more beautiful. I stopped talking, so that I would not upset him. I only let my pillow see my tears and put on a fake smile to brighten his day.

“Did he ever hit you?” Is the question I am still being asked. “No”, is my answer and everyone automatically reaches the same conclusion. Then, what’s your problem, they say; it’s not domestic violence; it’s not abuse.

When the director of the local domestic violence shelter told me: “You need to stay here. We have a room for you”, all I said was: “But, he never hit me.” I will never forget her words: “It would have been better if he had hit you, because bruises heal with time. But, what he’s done to you, will take a very long time to heal!”

I was in shock. Who, me? I am in a domestic violence situation? That’s not possible! I know better! I was a domestic violence counselor for the YWCA. It is just NOT possible!!!

He’s an angel.

He’s just hurting.

He didn’t mean it.

It is my fault.

If only I would…

I reached the point that I had run out of all suggested solutions. I was even told to read the Bible every morning by his side of the bed. And, I even did that too.
I could hear the voices in my head:

“I am just not good enough.”

“I just don’t pray hard enough.”

“If only I tried harder…”

Then he would stop snapping at me for every little thing. He would stop cursing me out and calling me names. He would stop blaming me for everything.
So, I thought if I loved him more, he would stop the suicide threats:

“I’ll take a gun and put it in my mouth and blow out my brains.”

My heart aches just writing this sentence; I remember the fear and the terror and my body going numb, and I even feel the exact same chills right now.

Every time he would fight with his father at the restaurant, which was almost on a daily basis, he would come home and take it out on me.

Now I know that I disconnected myself from reality to survive this on a daily basis.

I lost my sense of self.

I lost my sense of reality.

I lost my sense of safety.

I lost the happy person I used to be and I even forgot how to smile.

But still, he remained an angel outside the house, so no one else but me would ever see that side of him. Of course, everyone blamed me for all of it and for making all of it up.

Does any of this sound familiar to you?

Are you being told it is all in your head just like I was?

Well, guess what? None of it is in your head.

Did he all of a sudden bring you flowers? Did he bring home your favorite dessert? Did he all of a sudden become super nice? And did all of it last less than a couple hours, or at the most, a day?

I do not need to tell you what the director of the shelter told me, because you already know it. I know. It hurts!

But, it is time. Are you ready? Yes, right now, this minute, this second, you are as ready as you will ever be.

You need to face the truth, no matter how difficult it is. You can stay and die a slow death, or you can choose to live your life in peace.

If you do not do it for yourself, do it for your children, your parents, your friends, God, the Universe and all those who truly love you and care about you. Yes, I know he still says that he loves you, he will change, he will get better, he will…


No more lies! Face the truth! You can live without him! Yes, you can!

Congratulations! That is your first step. Believing in you!

I will not lie to you. It is not going to be easy. But, it is so much easier from living in fear and terror and walking on egg shells every single day.

If I can do it,




Start somewhere!

Reach out!

We are here to help!!!

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Egg on My Face

July 19, 2015

By Tricia D.

“Science is science and politics is politics, we try not to mix the two.”

I made breakfast this morning, egg and toast. My older sister had discovered an excellent way to cook eggs without making any dirty dishes. Simply put the eggs in a microwavable plastic container and break the egg yolks…set the timer for one minute. I’ve been doing just that, it’s lovely, minimal mess as well.

This morning however following the routine, I pulled out what I thought was a cooked egg. I was sadly mistaken. As it exploded onto my face. POP!

Yes. A microwave oven is something else. Let me tell you. And with egg on my face (literally) I laughed my way to the washroom. But more importantly, my interest was tousled. So to YouTube I went, I wanted to laugh at others’ mistakes with the device (I’m human that way). After clicking here and there, I stumbled upon this channel:

Enthralled immediately by these two fellows in Luhansk, showing their experiments, which stemmed from first fiddling with a microwave. From this explosion to that explosion, these guys, oh how they made me laugh.

But then honestly, I was looking at the foreground of their YouTube videos. In the background was something else entirely. The evidence and remnants of a war torn Ukraine. And my face stopped hurting, my smile disappeared and my heart started to break.

In an article published in the New York Times, I soon discovered that Pavel and Aleksandr were experimenting with the microwave a client left for them to fix, but never came back for it after a bombing incident. Their videos aren’t only interesting for the scientific factors, but for the answers they hold for their fellow countrymen. Answers to questions like “How to charge your phone from a used car battery…” and so on. Not only that, but they’re a commentary on the life of Ukrainians surviving in a country knee deep in a heavily divided war. The pair travel to war-torn areas of their homeland to show the outcome and the effects of war. Their videos are filled with the sounds of airplanes flying overhead and in a few, bombs exploding. But despite the division, the article states that these two are neutral and it’s not a political view, it’s an act of faith. The article goes on to explain that their videos have been banned, and they’re regarded suspiciously in some areas.

But it is also because of their faith that they met in the first place, after church. Pavel and Aleksandr first came together to create an electric bike. Now they’re hoping to make a trip to Chernobyl…

Goodness, who knew my simple explosion would lead me to find these videos?

I was humbled to such a high extent by human frailty, ingenuity and ultimately by a positive outlook on something quite dire. Pavel and Aleksandr were able to (if I may employ an overused cliche metaphor) literally find some sort of silver lining as it were. Not only that, but they’re giving the world a perspective on the war that we hadn’t seen before. Frankly I am thankful for the egg on my face, as it lead me to find these videos.

Thank you and Good Morning.

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Bed of Lies

June 29, 2016

By Survivor's Voice

Lies lies and more lies, going threw this process of telling the police, waiting for charges and arrests and then trial and going threw counselling you have to re-live every moment, every time, every emotion and prepare yourself to have all the anger and sadness that you have worked on to come rolling back in like a wave. But you can take comfort in that every time it will be less intense, last shorter and slowly it will be less and less each time you talk or remember.

With that threw this I’v realized how many lies I’ve told threw the last almost 12 years for this guy, it almost becomes your second life really living a lie keeping up an act is a full time job you yourself start believing what your saying to others the excuses you make for him the secrets no longer are secrets but are blocked from your mind, not because it didn’t happen but because this is how your are surviving. You don’t realize it at the time and even for years later till your told but the lies you told you did and said what you had to, to get you threw the days and keep going with a strong heart.

But the real part of this blog is the lies he tells. I’v seen that his lies are endless how many lies has he told is telling and will be. When does it stop being a lie to him and become what he actually believes. I always knew he would lie to other of course no one would actually accept him if they ever knew the truth and now that I’m letting it out he is scrambling, getting as many people in his corner as possible no matter how many stories he needs to stretch. I’v got to hear someone the lies he says from very in depth detail he’s making up and some are very disturbing. It makes me think how can a people do that how can they be so committed to not letting one find out what you have done, and I’v learnt that it maybe now to the point that he has said so many lies he is starting to believe his own lies. I told him the last time we spoke that you can’t hide from the truth forever, what will people think when they hear every dark secret, and he’s still so sure of himself that his lies will bury the truth.

Each lie I hear or am told still infuriated me until now because letting him control your emotions is almost in a way letting him win, it’s a work in progress to fully let go of the anger.

Tell yourself everyday one thing instead of letting his words consume your thoughts and that is the messages I say to him even if he can’t hear it...yet.

Your lies will eat you alive.

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Where Is the Line?

June 24, 2015

By Tricia Maria

Sitting at my desk having a listen a few old songs that have always been my favourites while reading The New York Times, the Black Eyed Peas shuffled through the playlist. Their song “Where is the Love?” popped in my head phones and I was faced with the song’s challenge to us humans who occupy this world. It seems at times that we breathing beings who can talk, use our brains to further humanity on the whole, have forgotten that the word “living” defines more than we humans. But having a brain and the ability to overpower others gives us leave to use that power.In the extreme view this “power” has led a few humans to blood-thirsty measures. I’m sure you can think of a few. Not to confuse the past with the present, but it seems in some circumstances we humans haven’t learned to progress.

The extent to which our cruelty can stretch baffles me. How is it that we’ve created these borders to separate you and I from each other, to say that our views have made us so irreversibly different? And that gives one human an excuse to dismiss another. I’d like to pull the premise further and say that this has let us even think that we can/should treat animals with cruelty.

While reading an article addressing the archaic and asinine steps in a procedure to kill dogs and sell their carcasses to those who consider dog meat a rare treat, while animal rights activists take steps forward to attempt to make the whole venture end. The Yulin Dog Meat Festival before the summer solstice, has been occurring for centuries, and quite frankly it is because of tradition and preservation of culture that it still continues.

Does that make it right? Those of you reading this are primarily thinking “no, of course not.” Sadly that thought does not scratch the surface of some and the idea that protecting and celebrating age old celebrations should continue. The medical practices of 18th century England aren’t practiced still today, most would consider that barbaric. No now we use anaesthetics. To preserve culture though, one might argue to forgo anaesthetics, would you concur? Exactly.

But there is another factor that some are neglecting to entertain as they colour their picket signs to march against the festival. Are we angry because these are our pets here in the west, and we’ve always cherished cute puppies? But then we’ll sit down and eat a mass-produced burger. Listen I’m against the festival as much as the next person (even more so, having lived in China) but I have a small issue with double  standards. Let’s not get confused here, cruelty to animals of any species is plain cruelty.

My point is simple. If you’re against the Yulin Dog Festival, be against the mass farming of chickens and cows too. Don’t let me catch you crying your eyes out for a starving puppy, but then laughing over a pile of chicken nuggets.

Thank you, and now I’ll step down from my soap box.


Chinese City Defends Dog Meat Festival, Despite Scorn:

Food Inc. (2008) Robert Kenner, A documentary on the corporate food industry.

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May 23, 2015

By Tricia Maria

Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; suddenly you’re doing the impossible.

~Francis of Assisi

I have found that though I am a certified cynic, albeit a harbinger of happiness, a person who claims to have seen many things, I am still amazed by the goodness I witness in humanity every once in a blue moon. Thank goodness for those moments, they keep me grounded in possibilities, otherwise I’d float up in an unimpressed hovel. You’re wondering why I’ve taken to the blogosphere to share a minute with you of this found profoundness? Let me share away then:

For the International Day of Pink, a day founded to raise awareness for homophobia, and transphobia, Officer Watson dyed his hair pink. If his post is shared a certain number of times, then well of course the hair stays pink. I am a sucker for this expression of solidarity, yes I am liking this pink label. You can read more about that here.

If you’re not in the know, The International Day of Pink was started by two straight Canadian high school students who like Officer Watson wanted to support for a gay classmate who was being bullied for his pink shirt. While you may read this and think Tricia, this topic has been written about over and over again, you’re too late to jump on the wagon. For those who belong to those thoughts, thank you, I appreciate them. And in response I’ll posit this, despite the voice we’re giving to raising awareness against LGBT discrimination, things like the death of Leelah Alcorn still happens, and it needs to stop. So yes I am writing about this. 

Discrimination leads to violence, whether it’s done by a third party or self-induced. It needs to stop.

I am beyond thankful that a man such as Officer Watson has decided to add his voice. Having myself been a victim of bullying, I understand that it’s damn infuriating to be on the outside saying something, while no one listens, or feeling as if you have to keep these things hidden because it meant you were weak. It isn’t true, there isn’t power behind the words those bullies say, but their punches still hurt, and no matter how many times you brush past their scorn it still sometimes finds a way to sink into your heart. I know it does.

Let me tell you, violence against the LGBT community is beyond large, yes you might not hear about it, doesn’t mean you’re not coexisting with it (duh). So, when someone takes a package of pink dye and says,I’d like to make a change…I’m all for it. My only question is this: do we have the courage to do this not only on an International Day of Pink, but every day? I honestly do believe we do.

Humanity, (ahem that’s you)…you have the power, you’ve always had the power to make changes. To stop violence. And as Officer Watson has proven it starts with one crazy cooky act to show support and then social norms are challenged.

This is the third article in a series of articles written for People Against Violence Org.

Check out their Twitters (@pc8430 and @RyanCP23) ; give these guys a follow and a few shares.

Thank You and Good Afternoon.

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Speaking Up

~This is my first blog I’ve ever done for anyone to read at least I’ve wanted to before but it just wasn’t the right time, until now.

A few months ago for the first time told the truth of my life and what happened to me from age 17 to where I am today which is 28. I went to the police and I told it all, I thought I was going to feel better after I did then to my surprise I felt worse I felt extremely horrible but it wasn’t much difference to what I had already been feeling except for the fact that now I had to face the fact that it really happen I had to face my feelings and my fears of what I’ve been trying to pretend never happen.

I came to find it was all part of the healing process. As we speak the police are finishing up doing their investigation of my past sexual assaults and violence. Very soon it will be in the hands of the crown to decide on what charges will be layed, and that is a day I have been patiently and nervously waiting for, as is everyone within the same situation. This isn’t the first time I found myself in front of the police because of this man but this is going to be last because Justice will prevail.

With my blog I will share with you my experience my healing and my Justice.

As well stoping the silence on violence and anything and everything that I personally feel is important on these issues.

I hope to one day be a voice for those who no longer can speak for those who are still afraid to and for those who will need to, and really those are the same reasons that I already spoke up.

I thought to myself how am I sitting here fighting for women to speak up against violence if I haven’t totally, what would I do if it was my daughter, I wanted to be an example a good example. So I just found that strength that I had got years ago to leave and I pulled it out of me and it was one the most scary moments to make that call.

You’ve given him the benefit of the doubt long enough now it’s time to give yourself the benefit of the truth ~

Enough is enough I’m saying no more.

Thanks for reading

Have a beautiful day

Namaste ~:)

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May 16, 2015

By Tricia Maria

Originally Posted Here. I’m sharing this blog post on FindingFelicity because it speaks about a larger issue. Yes, here on FindingFelicity we focus on bringing awareness to patient autonomy, AML and bone marrow donations. But there is merit in awareness and activism in other social issues, such as violence against women. I had a conversation recently about feminism coupled with International Women’s Day, and the gentleman (very eloquently) stated that he was tired of the whole argument. “Sir,” I said, “While there is awareness, and you may hear about it all the time in the news, social media, it doesn’t actually mean that change has happened does it? You are a man. It’s difficult for you to see it from my perspective.” He nodded and we continued our discussion. But it caused me to think, and subsequently lose sleep over the world’s perception of a woman and also to think about what the public does with the knowledge they gain from awareness. Now, FindingFelicity was written with a healthcare agenda originally but it has morphed into a platform for social awareness in general. If this little project can bring a smile, and motivate you in conjunction with donating blood, encouraging patient autonomy and provide feminist awareness, LGBT awareness, equal rights awareness (which is granted a hefty agenda, but I’ve always been one to bite off more than I can chew) than that is wonderful. BUT if all of this comes along and no action is taken, then the goal is missed. I hope that is not the case. For all the hashtags and social media outlets out there, something has got to give, and this is why I’ve posted the article again here.

This is the first post in a series of posts I’ll be writing for People Against Violence.

Certain issues around the globe have come to the attention of the average reader, for a few reasons. First for an awareness cause, and then also for the shock factor, but never purely for the sake of action. I’d like to posit that the two go hand in hand. You as the reader are potentially saying, “Of course.” But few people actually take the steps to take actions, posing the argument that they are powerless to do something, so awareness is the best aid they could possible give.

I don’t agree.

I was reading an article from The New York Times about the surprisingly high rates of violence against women the U.N. is still finding. Still. The article states that the evidence is ubiquitous, that despite the many “gains” for women in education, health and political power, violence against women and girls worldwide “persists at alarmingly high levels,” according to a United Nations analysis that the Secretary General Ban Ki-moon is scheduled to present to the General Assembly on Monday. 

The article goes on to explain that 35% of women worldwide (more than one in three) said they’d experienced violence of a physical nature in their lifetime. The report says that one in 10 girls under the age of 18 were forced violently to have sex. The topic is under heavy scrutiny as delegates gather at the U.N. to evaluate how well governments have done since their meeting in 1995 in Beijing, China.

Now, here are my thoughts on the subject; while strides are made, only those that have benefitted the middle class have even been remotely successful. Only those women with moderate amounts of money have benefitted from whatever regulations created. I know. I know it, because I lived in an apartment in Beijing, China, under a family who threw out their daughter-in law, simply because she said her husband, their son, was hurting her. BUT how could her husband, the man who brought them their “golden” grandson and the man who was their child beat their daughter-in law. Their logic therefore lead them to believe that their daughter was lying. Out she went.

The family eventually took her back. And then it was as if nothing had happened. I met her in the stair well and her face was vacant, resigned to what she’d have to live with for the rest of her life. Divorce is not popular in China, the woman is wrong. The common belief is that the violence against the women in the home was a problem that only concerned the family involved. Outside involvement mean the loss of face.

Cut to me here, sitting at my computer reading the article about the U.N. finding “alarmingly high” levels of violence against women, and I find a series of photographs:

Pittsburgh-based photographer Allaire Bartel’s series ‘Boundaries’ captures what it’s like to experience male entitlement from a female perspective. The model’s vacant expression alludes to how “how conditioned we as women have become to accept this atmosphere as excusable and even normal.” You can find more photography here.

In respect the above, it is no surprise to me that the U.N. is finding the amounts of violence “alarmingly” high. It’s due to the simple pure fact that we as woman have taken it to mean strength if we grin and bear it. The women who have a little power (money) have the confidence to say something, but even then, I believe they’d sugar coat it. Women who indentify with a lower standard of living, with no prospects, and rely on their husband’s family, have an added difficulty of clipped wings. In China such as, if a census were taken women would say they are treated properly, while most weren’t. The woman thrown out, couldn’t tell her friends, they’d say it was her fault, obviously she isn’t pleasing her family enough, that must be why he beats her. Right?

Of course that’s not right. But these are the facts. It’s going to take more than government sanctions to dim the amount of violence occurring against women. I’d posit, awareness, action, empowerment coupled with government sanctions. But that won’t be enough either if the violence stems from tradition, habit or mindset. The solution? I’d like to say I know. But honestly we’d have to answer the  two questions:

1. What goes deeper than government regulation?

2. How do you instil the want in people’s will to follow something which goes against tradition?

*Below you’ll see a three part poem “~toxic”, written about toxic relationships, and the confined space they create. 


Poetry about a toxic relationship. Instagram:

Thank you and Good Afternoon.

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Here is a list of unarmed Blacks killed by police in the US. It is extremely incomplete. A complete list for just 2005 to 2012 would have at least 760 killings. I have only 6% of those. This list is just the tip of the iceberg.

Those in bold are linked to posts of their own:

2015: Walter Scott (North Charleston, SC)
2015: Anthony Hill (Chamblee, GA)
2014: Akai Gurley (New York, NY)
2014: Tamir Rice (Cleveland, OH)
2014: Victor White III (Iberia Parish, LA)
2014: Dante Parker (San Bernardino County, CA)
2014: Ezell Ford (Los Angeles, CA)
2014: Michael Brown (Ferguson, MO)
2014: Tyree Woodson (Baltimore, MD)
2014: John Crawford III (Beavercreek, OH)
2014: Eric Garner (New York, NY)
2014: Yvette Smith (Bastrop, TX)
2014: Donitre Hamilton (Milwaukee, WI)
2014: Jordan Baker (Houston, TX)
2013: Barrington Williams (New York, NY)
2013: Carlos Alcis (New York, NY)
2013: Deion Fludd (New York, NY)
2013: Jonathan Ferrell (Bradfield Farms, NC)
2013: Kimani Gray (New York, NY)
2013: Kyam Livingstone (New York, NY)
2013: Larry Eugene Jackson, Jr. (Austin, TX)
2013: Miriam Carey (Washington, DC)
2013: Tyrone West (Baltimore, MD)
2012: Chavis Carter (Jonesboro, AR)
2012: Dante Price (Dayton, OH)
2012: Duane Brown (New York, NY)
2012: Ervin Jefferson (Atlanta, GA)
2012: Jersey Green (Aurora, IL)
2012: Johnnnie Kamahi Warren (Dotham, AL)
2012: Justin Slipp (New Orleans, LA)
2012: Kendrec McDade (Pasadena, CA)
2012: Malissa Williams (Cleveland, OH)
2012: Nehemiah Dillard (Gainesville, FL)
2012: Ramarley Graham (New York, NY)
2012: Raymond Allen (Galveston, TX)
2012: Rekia Boyd (Chicago, IL)
2012: Reynaldo Cuevas (New York, NY)
2012: Robert Dumas Jr (Cleveland, OH)
2012: Sgt. Manuel Loggins Jr (Orange County, CA)
2012: Shantel Davis (New York, NY)
2012: Sharmel Edwards (Las Vegas, NV)
2012: Shereese Francis (New York, NY)
2012: Tamon Robinson (New York, NY)
2012: Timothy Russell (Cleveland, OH)
2012: Wendell Allen (New Orleans, LA)
2011: Alonzo Ashley (Denver, CO)
2011: Jimmell Cannon (Chicago, IL)
2011: Kenneth Chamberlain (White Plains, NY)
2011: Kenneth Harding (San Francisco, CA)
2011: Raheim Brown (Oakland, CA)
2011: Reginald Doucet (Los Angeles, CA)
2010: Aaron Campbell (Portland, OR)
2010: Aiyana Jones (Detroit, MI)
2010: Danroy Henry (Thornwood, NY)
2010: Derrick Jones (Oakland, CA)
2010: Steven Eugene Washington (Los Angeles, CA)
2009: Kiwane Carrington (Champaign, IL)
2009: Oscar Grant (Oakland, CA)
2009: Shem Walker (New York, NY)
2009: Victor Steen (Pensacola, FL)
2008: Tarika Wilson (Lima, OH)
2007: DeAunta Terrel Farrow (West Memphis, AR)
2006: Sean Bell (New York, NY)
2005: Henry Glover (New Orleans, LA)
2005: James Brisette (New Orleans, LA)
2005: Ronald Madison (New Orleans, LA)
2004: Timothy Stansbury (New York, NY)
2003: Alberta Spruill (New York, NY)
2003: Orlando Barlow (Las Vegas, NV)
2003: Ousmane Zongo (New York, NY)
2003: Michael Ellerbe (Uniontown, PA)
2001: Timothy Thomas (Cincinnati, OH)
2000: Earl Murray (Dellwood, MO)
2000: Malcolm Ferguson (New York, NY)
2000: Patrick Dorismond (New York, NY)
2000: Prince Jones (Fairfax County, VA)
2000: Ronald Beasley (Dellwood, MO)
1999: Amadou Diallo (New York, NY)
1994: Nicholas Heyward Jr. (New York, NY)
1992: Malice Green (Detroit, MI)
1985: Edmund Perry (New York, NY)
1984: Eleanor Bumpurs (New York, NY)
1983: Michael Stewart (New York, NY)
1981: Ron Settles (Signal Hill, CA)
1979: Eula Love (Los Angeles, CA)
1969: Mark Clark (Chicago, IL)
1969: Fred Hampton (Chicago, IL)
1964: James Powell (New York, NY)

I did not count people killed during protests, riots, massacres or executions. I did not count those killed by vigilantes or security guards.

Note that “Black”, “unarmed” and “killed” all have grey edges. That said, I apply some common sense to police accounts. Shooting yourself after being handcuffed counts as a police shooting. Weapons seen only by police count as Phantom Negro Weapons.

Do not draw any statistical conclusions from this list. It is heavy on New York and 2012, for example, simply because I know more about them.


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