How many more names?

These statistics you see are from 1999-2011. We haven’t made progress. We’ve regressed. 

It’s another day that I was fortunate to wake up in my own bed with my wife sleeping soundly next to me. But it’s also another day, another bloody headline splashed across our news. Say a prayer, send a vibe, speak it into existence – no matter your perception of your higher power – just do it with intention. Meditate, pray, think, put something in motion not only for the “good” person, but the “bad” person, the bystander, the silent, the oppressed, the hopeful, the scared, the confused. Say something positive to anyone in this world so full of hate and just put some love back in. 

I opened my eyes this morning and it was unfortunately later than normal. Traffic has been roigo and it’s given me too much time to think. My heart aches. My morning was so I dreamt of names and names and names and they weren’t segregated. They were mixed in. People in blue and people of color alike. There are both, you know, people of color who DO protect their brothers and sisters of all colors. 

Why can’t we use this outrage to energize a movement? Why can’t we protect one another? Why can’t we WAKE UP and admit that our black and brown brothers and sisters are continuing to be oppressed, gunned down, and lynched in 2016!!!! And it is because our police forces have been morphed into mini militias that unfortunately get tainted by power hungry, ill-hearted people.  

I’ve worked in facilities that taint genres of people because of their skin color. I’ve worked in facilities BUILT to remove people of color from society. We are a racist society. We always have been scared of people who don’t look like us, act like us, pray like us and instead of using that fear to fuel curiousity, we fuel a fire of hate and rejection. I’ve worked in facilities where officers were told to not physically subdue a hostile inmate. Ease up on force. Yeah, easing up got two very good people, one behind bars and the other locking those bars, in an altercation that ended in injury. My client was enraged and in crisis, wielding a weapon. My friend, and fellow officers, were asked to be more hands off. 

My friend still hasn’t recovered his injuries. My client still isn’t out of jail and won’t be for 30 more years.  

For the love of everything sacred in this world…work together to put an end to this racist and hostile police state we live in. America’s beginnings soaked in racism continue to perpetuate this cycle. 

This doesn’t have to go down like this. Please don’t let it go down like this. 

#loveconquershate

I’ve heard this story before — that one where that color meant for purity and friendship, catastrophically shoots you dead. See, what some of y’all fail to notice is that “white” is no longer just a check box on a form used for data. White is no longer just that one crayon that never gets used. Whiteness, white privilege, and the man, has existed since the day we stripped a land from its people and put our whiteness into power. And we amplified this blind hate when we stole a race and caste them into the hells of slavery.
Symbolically, especially in literature, white represents the “good guy” and black gives a feeling of impending doom and death. THAT IS IN LITERATURE. Black and white are not so easily symbolized the same anymore. These scenarios are playing out in our very own front yard and if you’re silent in these times then you are just as bad as the oppressor. My very best friend is a Washington metro office… And a damn good one. One of the true good guys BUT because of her nature as a person. Cops aren’t all bad, but what happens when the good ones don’t step forward. Maybe that’s where we are now? This authoritarian godlike notion and training of “shoot to kill” is a double edged sword. Do I want my best friend to end up dead because she hesitated too long weighing the choices? Hell no. She is my best man, my “son,” I want her alive every morning when I wake up and say hello. It’s a hard world for the good guy…she struggles to sleep at night. She gets angry. She sees and relives moments that probably few can grasp. I don’t want it to harden her. I’m just afraid that this power struggle is continuously being fed and has gone to too many heads in the wrong form. The script is continuously being written in too many threads and it’s the wrong script. White doesn’t mean good. Black doesn’t mean bad. Ignoring whiteness is ignoring the disgusting things people of color have endured for years. It’s gut wrenching fearing for my best friend’s safety in these times. It’s even worse having to explain to my students (all people of color) why the police target people that look like them. I have to call my boy, Kharonn, to check on him. I shouldn’t have to. I’m so tired of shedding tears with my students. 

This is enough. It was enough long before now. Wake up, the America we are creating for our kids is not an America that treats them as equals. Wake. The. Hell. Up.