I know people try to make me feel like I’m wrong or heartless for thinking this, but I just find it absurd that over 600 police cruisers are having a funeral procession for that officer killed last week in Lorain, Ohio — and they’re holding the funeral at Rocket Mortgage FieldHouse.

Now don’t get me wrong — I understand honoring the man. He was a human being. He had people who loved him. His life absolutely mattered. But the scale of this response? That’s not just honoring someone — that’s a display of institutional power. And yeah, I said it: it’s over the top.

Meanwhile, people in Cleveland die every single day — from gun violence, drugs, poverty, even preventable situations where the police never showed up, or showed up too late. And those lives? They don’t get 600 cars. They don’t get stadium funerals. Hell, most don’t even get a proper news article.

It’s not that this officer doesn’t deserve respect — he does. But it’s the disproportionate reverence that speaks volumes about how this society assigns value to someone’s life. If a young Black kid gets killed on the East Side, nobody stops traffic. But when the system loses one of its own, it’s a full-blown ceremony. Streets get closed. Helicopters fly. News channels treat it like a national crisis.

That’s what bothers me. Not the honoring — but the hierarchy. The way certain deaths become spectacles while others become statistics.

To me, every life deserves dignity. No matter what badge you wore — or didn’t wear — when you died.