Police gunfire on unarmed black men, and women.
It is tough enough dealing with the fear of being a black male today. I worry my head off about my sons. The situation with cops and black kids hasn’t gotten any better. Now, I have to worry about my wife, my sisters, and my mother. What about my aunts and my female cousins? I fear for my whole family. It’s gotten way out of hand and too scary.
Now, I stay close to home. By that, I mean, close to home. I don’t go out anymore other than my daily commute to and from work. You can catch me off the streets, safe and secure, and un-shot in my own home. It’s sad. and it shouldn’t have to be like this. But, this is what it’s come to. Survival of the fittest has changed to simply survival, with a minor in avoidance. of the police.
A day late and a dollar short, the story of my life. Every move I have ever made is either a day too late, or I have been just about a dollar too short. My luck hasn’t changed, either. When I was a teenager, my friends and I went to the DMV together and applied for drivers permits. One of my friends didn’t have all his paperwork signed. He had to come back. I laughed at that. And somehow, he still got his license before me.
Then one time, I waned to get this job that I needed to take a test for, the test cost $39.95. I had two twenties. But, there was tax. I didn’t have it. I got sent to the back of the line. I never got the extra two dollars I needed. I missed my opportunity. And the list goes on.
Now, fast forward to 2016. I have this idea for a story. I want to let people know that if police keep killing us, somebody’s gonna start killing the police. And as always, I am a day late. It’s like I’m having a bad dream that just keeps getting worse and worse. Man, in 2012 Trayvon gets murdered. 2014, Eric Garner and Mike Brown are murdered. And dozens more unnamed, unarmed black folk have fallen victim to the hands of the long arm of the law.
Pathetic. The biggest case of genocide I’ve ever seen in my life. I call it genocide because these are not incidents isolated to any certain area. It is all across the US. More commonly against one race of people. Textbook definition of genocide is the deliberate killing of a large group of people, especially those of a particular ethnic group or nation.
It used to be a fear of police brutality being a black man. Now, like I said. I fear for my whole family. Men and boys, women and children alike. I’m scared for my family. I’m scared for my people. I’m scared for myself. We are walking around with targets on our backs. Is it the ’30s and ’40s all over again? Protect and serve is now chop and change.
They chop and change the laws so much, it’s pitiful. It’s like they are more than above the law. They are without the law. Do you know how many police shootings go without a conviction? I don’t know either. But, what I do know is that I read an ugly statistic the other day. In 2015, there were zero officers indicted in police shootings, fatalities included. In 2014, there were zero officers indicted in police shootings. Even worse, there have been only 13 convictions since 2005. Police get away with murder like crazy.
Why else do you think they are so quick on the draw? They don’t worry about repercussions. They don’t worry about tearing a family apart. They don’t worry about innocence or guilt. They play judge, jury and executioner way too much. It’s almost like they replaced their white KKK robes for blue uniforms and badges. People don’t have to sit around and watch the hangings. The genocide is now televised. Thanks YouTube. Thanks World Star. Thanks social media.
