Thoughts of Nia…
Coming up under the shield of my elders, I would have never imaged that the world would be filled with so much hatred. Not even Hollywood’s most goriest of films could have prepared me for the horrific scenes of men and women murdered in cold blood that I’ve witnessed in real time. Yet, here I am at 26 years old with memories of violent crimes against people who look like I do, burned into my mind forever. Today, my heart aches for Nia Wilson in the same way it aches for Sandra, Tamir, Sean, Trayvon, Eric, Philandro, and so many others who’s names become merely a faded hashtag on a sign in someones garage, on someone’s page, in someone’s mind. Nia, we will shout your name amongst those slain in this county by the hands of hate-filled racists. We will fight for justice. We will remember your name.
– Yolanda Danae’
The Very American Killing of Nia Wilson
“On the night of July 22nd, an eighteen-year-old black woman named Nia Wilson and her older sister Lahtifa were exiting a bart station in Oakland, California, when a man suddenly approached and stabbed both sisters in the neck with a knife. The women were on their way back to Oakland after attending a party at their aunt’s house, in nearby Concord. Nia bled to death on the platform as Lahtifa, who suffered less grave injuries, attempted to soothe her: “We’re gonna get through this. I got you, you’re my baby sister.” Witnesses have said that Nia’s torso rapidly became soaked in her own blood. With a gauze bandage on her neck, Lahtifa told ABC News the next day that she had glimpsed the assailant wiping down his weapon before he dashed out of the station. Less than twenty-four hours later, a manhunt by the bart police ended when officers acted on a tip and apprehended John Lee Cowell, a twenty-seven-year-old white parolee. Camera footage showed that he had been riding the bartsystem back and forth in the intervening time.”