Friday, November 28, 2014

Mike Brown: Hands up? Too late!

Mike Brown in better days
The murder of Mike Brown has thrown me into deep emotional waters. I am drowning. I think about this tragedy day and night. My grief is endless. I cannot begin to imagine what Mike Brown's parents and other loved ones endure. Peace is elusive, insomnia a constant battle. I feel angry. I feel sad. I feel helpless.

Here is the ugly truth. Black males have been targets for police brutality and legal extermination since time immemorial. We know this. The murder of Oscar Grant, caught on video, caused a national awakening. The murder of Trayvon Martin by a racist, psychopathic vigilante, made us collectively take further notice. The execution of Mike Brown and refusal of the justice system to be perform justice, brought the issue of legalized extermination of young black males to the eyes of the world.

One of my friends wrote, “…there is no doubt that Michael Brown attacked this officer.” Not true. There is plenty of doubt. Darren Wilson claims he was punched twice in the face, hard, by Mike Brown -- a hulk-like, demon-like figure -- yet Wilson sustained no serious visible injuries, no broken skin, no contusions. Darren Wilson enjoyed full medical examination, even as Mike Brown bled out to his death on a scorching pavement in the hot Missouri sun for four hours without any medical attention. Eyewitness testimonies regarding the altercation offered immediately after the murder never changed in six months, yet those testimonies were dismissed or ignored by the ADA in the grand jury process. The judicial process in St Louis is not trustworthy.

That same friend wrote, “Whoever you are...it is not going to be a good outcome if you attack a cop...you will most likely wind up dead or injured.” Absolutely untrue! There are several videos that show inebriated white males cursing cops, resisting arrest, and attempting to attack police officers. Those suspects are alive. If they had been black, they would be dead! The white man who shot 12 people in Aurora, CO, was taken peacefully into custody. If well-armed cops become "scared" when confronted with stressful situations and automatically respond with lethal force, their badges and guns should be revoked. Obviously, they are not equipped to handle the job.


For those who care to see, it has long been evident that cops employ double-standards according to race – one procedure for whites, another procedure for blacks. This is why a black man holding a fake gun in a store that carries that very product, would be shot dead as a possible threat. This is why a 12 year old with a fake gun in a playground in an open-carry state would be shot dead without questions asked, even as the 911 caller reiterated that the gun was probably a toy. This is why no one was held accountable in the murder of Amadou Diallo, an innocent man who was shot to death -- one cop reloaded! -- as he reached for his ID. He was Mrs. Diallo's son. He did nothing wrong. But he is very dead.

While we mourned the executions of Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell, Oscar Grant, Trayvon Martin, and Mike Brown, there is no mention in mainstream media outlets of hundreds of other unjustifiable murders by law enforcement personnel. I read somewhere that Innocent black males are murdered by cops on the average of two per week. Who cares?

Why don’t blacks exhibit more patience? How much is enough? It will never be enough to appease purveyors of systemic racism. The powers-that-be want black folks to go home, sing a sad negro spiritual, mourn their loss, and shut up about it already! 

White folks inevitably sing the same song: “Returning violence is not the answer!” as they invoke the name of MLK, Jr., our assassinated ambassador of peaceful protest. We understand that. But when we see our loved ones executed time and again without cause and without justice, we yield to frustration, helplessness and rage, and we react. We are human, after all. We are aggrieved. We are persecuted. And we are terrified.


The mainstream public – of every race – continuously reacts to a snapshot in time. This case, right now – the one in front of our faces -- is no exception. Many on the other side react to pain and grief this event with burden of history. What we see, which white folks don't see, is that the standard of response always differs when race is a factor. 

As if to bolster their denial, clueless white people offensively cite lists of good negroes, as if black folks are unaware of that list, as if asking "Where are the good negroes today?" is their battle cry. We know that list very well. These martyrs are our heroes -- assassinated peacenicks, forgotten, and often misrepresented in white media reports. We remember well the sacrifices of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., John F. Kennedy, Malcolm X, Robert Kennedy, Patrice Lumumba, Steven Biko, Paul Wellstone, among too many others. Still, they are dead -- assassinated for their cause. Nelson Mandela was eventually freed for political reasons, but only because the corrupt, racist government of white South Africa finally realized illegal incarceration of Mandela was attracting negative scrutiny. They freed him because the world was rallying against their brutal apartheid policies. 

In this moment, I am fighting a difficult battle against hate of white folks who remain silent -- many of them "friends" -- and who refuse to acknowledge racist policies that govern our lives and continuously disenfranchise the most vulnerable among us. 

I am committed to not embracing hate. But if these folks do not get on board soon, add their voices and votes against brutal policies that ravage people of color, it will not bode well for any of us. They may believe they are immune to the backlash. They are mistaken. When any among us is disenfranchised and persecuted for long enough, we all suffer.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Nine-Eleven: The Aftermath

Nine-Eleven Memorial In Lower Manhattan
For the past few months, and especially the past week, the term Nine-Eleven has been on most people’s lips and nearly everyone’s mind. I tried desperately to avoid dwelling on this. I failed.

I am beset by the images of ten years ago seared into my mind. I turned the TV on in my Oakland apartment to catch the weather. It took a while to understand the horror I was witnessing. No one in our office accomplished much work that day. Life, as we knew it, came to a standstill. I saw people jumping from the smoking, crumbling towers to escape fiery deaths; mayhem in the streets of New York City as citizens tried to outrun stifling, toxic clouds; hopeful people holding pictures of loved ones still lost; and the face of Mohammed Atta.

There are other unpleasant images I am desperate to banish, like ‘America’s Mayor’ Rudy Giuliani declaring, “Bernie, thank God George Bush is our president!”, or our smug POTUS declaring into his bullhorn that those who “knocked down” the towers would “hear from us.” Knocked down? How folksy! The public was inundated with color-coded terror alerts, but encouraged to spend, spend, spend! God forbid we allow capitalism and consumerism to suffer because of this tragedy. No! We must show the terrorists that no matter what they do, they will not curtail our latte consumption and shopping sprees. So, off we scurried to Starbucks and Macy’s to do our patriotic duty.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Back To Africa: Why I Am Not Going

I cannot go back to Africa, or China, or Germany, or Mexico. I have never visited any of those places. 
I was born in Jamaica, West Indies. It is a stunningly beautiful island teeming with warm, exuberant people, pristine beaches, and delectable food. Except for the occasional visit, I don’t plan to go back there. I made my home in the USA decades ago, and this is where I plan to stay. 
Upon my arrival in the US, I experienced emotions natural to anyone in my situation--culture shock, homesickness, sadness and depression. Nothing strange there. Those feelings faded quickly enough as I acclimated to my new environment. Eventually they gave way to curiosity, excitement, and a desire to explore this new culture. I jumped in with both feet.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Treme: For Believers



No hum-bow; don't know how.

I should have gone to New Orleans for Mardi Gras Carnival in 2010. 
I fantasized relentlessly about it. I dreamed constantly about it. I wanted desperately to go. I started making plans. I tried to convince any one of my friends to go with me, to sign on for this incredible adventure of a lifetime. No takers. I would have gone alone but I was warned, rightly, that was not such a great idea. So, I did not go. Now I’ve resigned myself to experiencing New Orleans vicariously through the HBO series Treme
I admit it. I am hooked on Treme. I am bedazzled by David Simon’s incredible stories about life in certain New Orleans neighborhoods after “Katrina”. Some people--yes, including me--often lazily refer to that tragedy as “Katrina” as if the hurricane alone caused the devastation. It didn’t. It was the floods following landfall of Hurricane Katrina that buckled the levees causing wholesale destruction and unimaginable loss of life. It was heartbreaking; it was tragic; and as we now know, it was preventable.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Time The Conqueror: Jackson Browne, Still Fierce

I love music. I don’t know how I would manage without it being part my everyday routine. I am not a shopaholic. I am not a fashionista. I don’t spend money frivolously in expensive stores or restaurants. But I buy music, and iTunes makes it easy. It’s become a weakness of mine, and may ultimately be my financial undoing.

Now, I know I created this blog to write about race matters, but today I feel the need to talk about Jackson Browne. That’s right, I'm talking about Jackson Browne (“JB”)--one of the most prolific and courageous artists of our time. The guy is flawed as hell, but he is a tireless activist and he never stops trying to shine a light on the truth, no matter how ugly.


Friday, January 7, 2011

Night Catches Us: We Should Embrace It



Recently, I saw a wonderful film called “Night Catches Us” starring Anthony Mackie (“McReele”), Kerry Washington (“Race”), Wendell Pierce (“Brokeology”) and Jamie Hector (both memorably featured in “The Wire”), Amari Cheatom (“Zooman and The Sign” and “The Book of Grace”) and Jamara Griffin, an apparent newcomer--and one to watch.
The film told the story of Marcus (Mackie), an ex-Black Panther, who returns home to his Philly neighborhood, after a self-imposed exile and a jail term, for his father's funeral, only to find himself up against issues he tried to escape. The main issue is the widely held belief that Marcus snitched and caused the death of their Panther brother--husband of Patricia (Washington) and father of Iris (Wilson). Marcus is conflicted, contrite, and somewhat afraid, due mostly to the notion of confronting his angry Panther brother (Hector) who has never forgiven him, and is bent on revenge. Marcus is determined to face his enemies and exorcise his demons.
The story is larger than described above.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Oscar and Johannes: Loss and Lies



As most see it, Oscar Grant, subdued with his hands behind his back and face down on the ground, was brutally murdered in cold blood by Johannes Mehserle. Oscar Grant’s soul will find no peace any time soon. Oscar Grant’s family, friends, and supporters will find no peace any time soon. For Oscar Grant, there is only death--and injustice.
Johannes Mehserle, a police officer, walked away with a slap on the wrist for the brutal, cold-blooded killing of Oscar Grant, an unarmed young man from the city of Oakland, California. Johannes Mehserle mistook his gun for his tazer, and shot Oscar Grant in the back as he lay, restrained, on the cold tile floor of a B.A.R.T. station. A simple mistake. Johannes Mehserle’s family, friends and supporters will celebrate his life. For Johannes Mehserle, there is reprieve--two years jail time and double credit for time served--and a chance at redemption.
This story should surprise no-one. It is old as Methuselah. It is business as usual.