💖Amelia Sees It All💖

They shot a one-year-old over diapers. Let that sit for a second. Let it curdle in your gut. Kohen Kartier Wiley, one year old, dead because police opened fire on a car over a so called shoplifting incident. The mother, they said, might have taken diapers. Then Fox 13 Memphis showed the video. She wasn't driving toward the officers. She was trying to signal there was a baby in the car. Some of the officers later admitted they saw the child. But they fired anyway. After they killed him, after they tore that family apart, they claimed she was driving at them. Standard procedure now, right? We set the precedent with Renee Good. Lie, then hide behind the lie. The shooter... the murderer... is on paid administrative leave. A vacation funded by the blood of an infant. And the mother? No charges. Not a one. She didn't steal a damn thing. First, even if she had. Even if she was desperate, holding her baby, taking diapers to keep him clean. You see that, you see a mother and child, and your first thought is to unload your weapon? If I see someone stealing diapers, no, I didn't. Not a thing. But that's not the world we built. We built a world where the violence is always justified, always excused, by the police and their apologists. The same overuse of force, the same tear gas they used on protesters who dared to mourn a one-year-old. It's Mississippi. Color me surprised. The racism, the hatred, it ferments from the top. It's in the water supply of our leadership, and it trickles down into the barrels of police guns. A black mother, a black child, a receipt, none of it matters when the script calls for a threat. And here's where the acid really burns. You'll see the posts. The sanctity of life proclamations. The Facebook groups and Instagram slides quoting Matthew 18:6 with solemn piety. "But whoever causes the downfall of one of these little ones..." They'll post it about the unborn, about the hypothetical. They'll wrap themselves in the verse like a shield. But when a real, breathing, one-year-old boy is killed by the state, when his name is Kohen and his skin is brown, the silence is deafening. Or worse, like in this case... the justification begins. They were never pro-life. They were pro-birth and pro-control. Pro-control of women, pro-control of bodies, pro-control of who gets to be seen as human. Watch them now. Watch the so-called Christians, the fake faithful, twist themselves into knots to explain why this murder is acceptable. Because the mother was black. Because the baby was black. Because the system they uphold needs black blood to water its roots. "But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea." They love that verse when it's about a clinic. They love it when it's abstract, when it's a political slogan. But when the millstone is a badge, when the sea is a Mississippi street soaked in tear gas and a mother's screams, they look away. They always look away. The same posts that preach sanctity for the unborn will scroll right past Kohen's story. They'll share another graphic about abortion, another call to prayer, while a real child lies dead and the men who killed him are on paid leave. The hypocrisy isn't just ugly. It's lethal. It's the oxygen that lets this keep happening. We're not surprised. We can't afford to be surprised anymore. We have to be angry. We have to be the ones who won't look away, who won't let the verse be weaponized only when it's convenient. The little ones are right here. They're in the cars, in the arms of their mothers, and we're drowning them in the depth of our indifference. Kohen Kartier Wiley should be alive. He should be learning to walk, to say words, to smear food on his face. Instead, we have a receipt, a video, and a hole in the world where a baby used to be. And a millstone, waiting for every one of us who lets this stand.