As most Americans celebrated with their families over the Thanksgiving holiday, they likely missed the three-year anniversary of Tamir Rice’s senseless killing at the hands of police for playing with a toy gun in Cleveland, Ohio. Each time the anniversary passes, I can’t help but think of my own son, who was 11 and as full of life as Tamir was when he was killed. He’s now 14.
As a mother and a lawyer, I still struggle to explain how officials, at every step, robbed Tamir of his innocence to justify his killing. And how the rule of law, with all its virtues, still couldn’t protect Tamir or offer justice for those who loved him. If law enforcement and the justice system failed him so profoundly, they could fail any child in Tamir’s shoes. My own child.