Say Her Name

Breonna Taylor lived. She existed. And she came to mean something. Not only because Black Lives Matter but because she mattered. Still does.

Five years after her death, some people would have you forget about her. But you cannot.

You may not.

Thanks to artists like Amy Sherald – whose (first) career retrospective, American Sublime, closed at the SFMOMA last month – you will not.

Artists are here to disturb the peace. And there has been no justice for Taylor. So there cannot be any peace, especially if your definition of the notion means erasure, enduring and willful ignorance (and the spread of it), and purposeful forgetting.