- published: 30 Dec 2014
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On July 17, 2014, Eric Garner died in Staten Island, New York City, after a New York City Police Department (NYPD) officer put him in what has been described as a chokehold for about 15 to 19 seconds while arresting him. The New York City Medical Examiner's Office attributed Garner's death to a combination of a chokehold, compression of his chest, and poor health. NYPD policy prohibits the use of chokeholds, and the Patrolmen's Benevolent Association (PBA), a NYPD police union, said that the officer did not use a chokehold.
NYPD officers approached Garner on suspicion of selling "loosies" (single cigarettes) from packs without tax stamps. After Garner told the police that he was tired of being harassed and that he was not selling cigarettes, the officers went to arrest Garner. When officer Daniel Pantaleo took Garner's wrist behind his back, Garner swatted his arms away. Pantaleo then put his arm around Garner's neck and pulled him backwards and down onto the ground. After Pantaleo removed his arm from Garner's neck, he pushed Garner's face into the ground while four officers moved to restrain Garner, who repeated "I can't breathe" eleven times while lying facedown on the sidewalk. After Garner lost consciousness, officers turned him onto his side to ease his breathing. Garner remained lying on the sidewalk for seven minutes while the officers waited for an ambulance to arrive. The officers and EMTs did not perform CPR on Garner at the scene; according to a spokesman for the PBA, this was because they believed that Garner was breathing and that it would be improper to perform CPR on someone who was still breathing. He was pronounced dead at the hospital approximately one hour later.
(I can't breathe.
Your demands are crushing me.
I'm trapped inside,
your warm sense of reality.
I'd go inside,
but then you'd take the rest of me.
That can never be.)
You.
That look in your eyes
is filled with such hate.
As if it's my fault for the choices you've made.
I'll stand away,
I'm staying away.
You tell yourself lies.
They tear me apart.
You hate yourself, so you break my heart.
What's there to say?
What's there to say?
No way.
I can't breathe.
Your demands are crushing me.
I'm trapped inside,
your warm sense of reality.
I'd go inside,
but then you'd get the rest of me.
That can never be.
I'll admit you had me
believing you'd changed.
But you're still a leech,
sucking blood from my veins.
I swear I'm done.
I'm sure you had your fun.
People pleasures kept me believing. (ah, ah, ah)
Tell me why can't you see that your ego is bleeding?
What's there to say?
What's there to say?
No way.
I can't breathe.
Your demands are crushing me.
I'm trapped inside,
your warm sense of reality.
I'd go inside,
but then you'd get the rest of me.
That can never be.
(You won't get the best of me [x3]
That will never be.
You won't get the best.
That will never be.
You won't get the best,
you won't get the best of me.
You won't get the best,
you won't get the best.)
I can't breathe.
Your demands are crushing me.
I'm trapped inside,
your warm sense of reality.
I'd go inside,
but then you'd get the rest of me.
That can never be.
(You won't get the rest of me.
Can't get the rest of me.