George Floyd Memes Novels & Stories

It trembled for a moment before steadying again, revealing Aaron, Blake and… him. Next played the one scene that had been on repeat in his mind–Aaron’s fist slammed into his jaw. Suddenly, the video froze just as he was about hitting the floor and a cartoon horny blasted. Bright colors exploded across the screen, his face stretched and farting sound effects played as the footage zoomed in repeatedly. The meme continued for another few seconds before cutting back to the podcast where Gina was already laughing uncontrollably. They showed the other students around her too, all equally amused as they chortled and cackled.

Kelechi couldn't even land a single punch or kick on her, just the slap from him to her that started the fight. It was a popular meme for students in my school on social media, that session. One of the memes had a picture of Tobi's hand exactly at Kelechi's jaw with the caption, "Kelechized" and below the picture was written, "Total Tobility". Another had the same picture with a different caption, "When you pre-order an iPhone in an Online

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He looked ready to kill someone. The memes kept multiplying. One showed the shoe next to the crime scene with clown makeup. Another turned the blood into silly cartoon splashes. Rage boiled over into direct threats: “She deserves justice. I looked up to her so much. I can't believe she was killed!” “Rich people think they can get away with murder.” #FindHerKillerOrWeWill

The cultural context had shifted; the image of a man wedding his male, dying mentor was a bridge too far, a reputational contagion they could not afford. It was a social media feeding frenzy. The homophobes and the trolls, the cynically entertained and the morally outraged, were all on the same side. #GoldDiggerGroom was trending. The video had been cut into GIFs—Davidson forcing the ring onto Joe's finger, looped repeatedly with the caption "CHA-CHING!". His moment of kneeling had been turned into a meme of submission and was titled "How to Secure the Bag."

He clicks on it and staring back at him, is a picture of himself, moving away as clowns came near. He looks terrible, drunk and at the same time terrified. Tempering the urge to throw the phone away from himself, he scrolls down and sees different captions to the meme and one particular one by Ash Glam's Twitter page that reads "Undone assignments when they are due..." They had the guys to post it as well? They basically fueled the meme going viral. He goes back and checks the second hot topic. "Owner of B&F accused of Plagiarism right after Gail's death." He clicks on it and sees a news link and clicks on it as well.

I looked up at Alfred. He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Well,” I said. “This is bad.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless. “Bad? This is fucking humiliating. Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what my friends are doing right now? They’re making memes. Memes, Mom. Of my dad in bed with some random woman. They’re sending them to me. They’re tagging me in them. They’re laughing.” “Nathan…” Alfred started.