Today’s New Verse News: THE VERY HUNGRY LITTLE TURTLES
by Katherine Shehadeh
An independent autopsy showed Manuel “Tortuguita” Teran—the activist killed last month near the site of Atlanta’s planned public safety training center—was shot by police at least 13 times, attorneys for the family said… They and Teran’s family are calling on the Georgia Bureau of Investigation to release more information about the incident, which they called “the first time any environmental activist in the United States has been killed by the government.” …There is no body camera footage of the shooting. State troopers are generally not equipped with cameras. —The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, February 4, 2023
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On Sunday, I brought home a pack of Valentines cards I bought at the dollar store. SUPER MARIO— WHY NOT PAW PATROL! he interrogated through the gaps of his baby teeth. On Monday, I read about a mother whose child called Tortuguita (little turtle) was shot to death by police while defending trees in a Georgia forest. They said they didn’t have body cameras. On Tuesday, I strap my son into his car seat, he explains they don’t dance in Spanish, only sing las vocales. SA SE SI SO SU, SA SE SI SO SU he repeats as I use my phone to capture the moment. On Wednesday, I quell a teacher’s fears about his breathing with news of his upcoming surgery, interrupted by a uniformed police officer who says an alarm was triggered. I find my son crouched behind the cubbies, questioning why the police has a gun. On Thursday, I consider picking him up early, in case the alarm was an omen, but I have to go to the dentist, who between stuffing cotton in my mouth reassures me that in his country they don’t do so much to protect us. On Friday, I open the news and see pictures of the body-worn cameras, donned by some police officers in the forest where Tortuguita was killed. On Saturday, I sit beneath our banyan tree while he bundles up wood for a make-believe campfire, singing las vocales. Still in his sapphire monster truck underwear, he stops to grin at me, twirling a stick like a baton. On Sunday, he discovers YouTube videos of other people playing Super Mario. Two turtle shells shoot across the screen. Waving the remote, he laments—AH! I died.
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Katherine Shehadeh is a poet, artist & attorney, who resides with her family in Miami, Florida. Her recent poetry appears or is forthcoming in Drunk Monkeys, Beechwood Review, Saw Palm, and others. Find her on Twitter (for now!) @your_mominlaw or Instagram @katherinesarts.