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SQUARES by Broncey The Curious Cases of Kendrick Johnson & Ryan Singleton Part I I want to open by helping you understand the grim practice of organ donation. Assumption leads you to believe it’s an altruistic decision—only requiring you to check a little box as you register or renew your driver’s license. Then, if you happen to die, your organs go to a person in need. Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. You don’t have to be completely dead before they begin harvesting your body. All a doctor has to do is verify that you cannot pass a few rudimentary tests. (They splash ice water in your ears, check your gag reflex, poke your eyeballs with cotton swabs, etc.) Said tests are brief; and if you fail them, they hook you back up to the respirator to keep you breathing and your blood flowing. This keeps the organs protected and allows them to begin cutting. This practice often takes place if you begin breathing on your own again and, in some cases, even if you still show brain activity. While this practice is utterly macabre, it is 100% legal. So if the legal practice of organ harvesting is morally ambiguous, we can believe the illegal markets are exponentially worse. Kendrick Johnson’s story can almost be read as a script, given the almost cliché and unyielding surplus of innocent black children murdered in America these days—however, it is the truth. Kendrick was a 17-year-old, African American athlete who dreamed of playing pro ball. He attended Lowndes High School in Valdosta, Georgia. On January 11, 2013, he was found in a rolled-up wrestling mat in the gymnasium of the school—dead. Did you automatically assume foul play? I did. But how much of that is social conditioning? Let’s examine the facts. The Georgia Bureau of Investigation swiftly stated that he died from positional asphyxia, which means he was in a position that prevented him 36