/Joe Voto promises to learn from past failures as an ally, a black teammate

Joe Voto promises to learn from past failures as an ally, a black teammate

Cincinnati Reds star Joe Voto says the death toll from George Floyd has forced him to reflect on his own personal failure as a black teammate and he has turned a blind eye to the injustices perpetrated by those who do not look like him.

In an article written for Cincinnati.com, Whatham admits that when a black colleague was first leaked a video of Floyd’s death to him during a police arrest in Minneapolis, his immediate reaction was to follow in the officer’s footsteps.

“My instinct was to protect the officer immediately. Did the man resist arrest? Maybe there’s a story that the video doesn’t tell us? “Voto wrote.

Such things were not shown in the video. In the shot, 46-year-old African-American Floyd is seen with his arms outstretched, the head of four officers in the video – Derek Shovin helping by pressing a finger to his knee for about nine minutes. Hearing Floyd was unable to breathe, it was later revealed in paramedics that the seemingly irresponsible Floyd had taken him to the railings and the ambulance.

After an independent study, it was determined that Floyd’s death was due to shortness of breath due to contractions of the neck and spine, resulting in a lack of blood flow to the brain.

Voto didn’t see it the next day because that night, even though his friend called him to watch the video, Voto refused. Their exchange that night in Voto’s memory told his friend, “Don’t cry for me” and greet him that night.

His friend apologized. Voto is asleep. He finally cried while making the Watts video.

“The day I rejected a request from my teammate to witness the death of George Floyd, I finally released the video. I yelled, “Whatm wrote.” I turned to my friend and he apologized. He accepted sincerely and then I moved on. I knew his pain. I did my part. ”

Vito wanted everything back to normal. He did not want to protest, raise his voice, stir up heated debates, which could endanger friendships, or fight against the destruction of centuries-old systemic racism. He knew that these systems existed. He also knew racism – even if he didn’t always want to admit it.

The 36-year-old grew up in Mimico, a small neighborhood outside of Toronto, and has been traveling to America by bus since the age of 18, sitting in clubs with classmates, mostly white Americans and Latino. But Voto says it was probably a bizarre city where he grew up, he was attracted to a few African-American teammates. They played video games, ate pizza and listened to music in guest rooms on the side of the road.

But in those fond memories, the years that Whatm called the “best way” of his life were based on racist considerations that could explore the reality of black Americans.

“My colleagues, my friends who have been with me for a long time, have faced prejudices that have never occurred to me before, and when they shared their experiences,” Voto wrote. “I didn’t hear them.”

Voto had just read Nelson Mandela’s autobiography a week before Floyd’s death, before all protests against racial injustice. Long way to freedom. The book expresses Mandela’s early life, his age, his education and his 27 years in prison – his last chapter in Mandela’s political rise and his belief that the fight against apartheid in South Africa is not over.

Voto Mandela was considered the hero of his words, ready to sacrifice his life in a world where all was free.

When there was an opportunity for his teammate’s friend, an opportunity that gave him the opportunity to watch the video, listen to it and be friends, he couldn’t get up at the moment.

Because of this failure, Voto grew up acknowledging his shortcomings and considering his advantages. Now he is ready to listen – really listen – and ready to talk.

“… Now I understand you, and so the tendency to be normal is a specialty that I can no longer stand,” Whatm wrote. “It simply came to our notice then that Colin Kepernick was walking during the national anthem. This opportunity allowed my hesitant comrades to give their experience, profile, and discriminatory treatment with law enforcement. And this right pleased me with the death of George Floyd, as well as the blacks who suffered in the United States and my native Canada.

“A week after I returned Mandela’s biography to the library shelf, I declined a request for help from a black friend. Only now have I begun to listen. I awaken their pain and my ignorance. I will no longer be silent.”