This is such a moving post about how Bernie embraced the Sandra Bland case to the extent that he said her name specifically in Tuesday night’s debate (and said, “Black lives matter” more clearly than any other candidate):
“Hello, I’m sorry, are you Mr. Sanders?” I asked.
“I am,” he replied.
“Well, I’m just over there having dinner with the mother of Sandra Bland and I thought maybe you’d like to meet her.”
“Yes, please,” he replied.
I got up to walk back towards our table only to see that Shante, Sandra’s oldest sister, was already headed towards me. She is a woman who knows how to get things accomplished, so I was not surprised to see her coming after me to see if I needed support.
Bringing Ms. Geneva back over to the table, I felt my body trembling. The trembling continued as Ms. Geneva sat down next to Senator Sanders and they began to talk. I was not trembling out of fear or out of being star-struck, it was more that I was completely blown away by the unexpectedness of it all, the sacredness of the moment, and the sincerity of all involved. You do not often get to witness moments like that. Moments when agendas are laid aside and people who might not otherwise ever have the chance to connect without cameras watching can simply honor one another’s pain and humanity.
“What happened to your daughter is inexcusable,” he said. “We are broken, and this has exposed us.” He then continued by promising that he would continue to #SayHerName #SandraBland and would not give up in the pursuit of justice.
The spontaneity of the moment lent sincerity to words unrehearsed, phrases unplanned, in an interaction that was never supposed to take place.