When the guilty verdicts were read, I just wanted to see Derek Chauvin’s eyes.
His eyes, after all, convinced me of his guilt when I watched snippets of the video in which he murdered George Floyd. Those cold, heartless eyes stared into a camera phone held by a 17-year-old girl named Darnella Frazier. Those eyes stared at the onlookers with smug satisfaction as Floyd struggled to breathe. Those eyes told me that Chauvin felt no compassion as he pressed his knee into a man’s neck. His eyes told me that he didn’t care if George Floyd died.
I was grateful that as Judge Peter Cahill read the verdicts, cameras were fixed on Chauvin’s eyes. Gone was the steely glare from the day he killed George Floyd. Instead, his eyes darted back and forth with what looked confusion and fear. Maybe he was trying to understand why this case turned out so much differently than the other 18 complaints filed against him during his 19-year career
as a Minneapolis police officer. Maybe he was asking himself if this was his new reality. Perhaps he was wondering when Black lives started to matter.
Photo: Minneapolis Police 3rd Precinct By Chad Davis