Last week the statement: “Silence Implies Consent” rang true to me with the death of George Floyd. I first heard: “Silence implies consent” when I was seven years old in Omaha, Nebraska while sitting around the kitchen table with my eight siblings and my widowed mother. As a half-orphan, I listened to my oldest brother, Peter who was the family patriarch. When Peter first told me that “Silence implies consent,” he was referring to a small infraction. Now, it means so much more to me than ever before.