Baltimore exploded last night. It began with the young
people, high school students, urging each other, encouraging each other, to
meet at the mall after school to express their anger and frustration at the
death of another Black man at the hands of police. The message, spread by
social messaging, spread quickly, setting the stage not only for many students
to respond, but also for the police to be in place, and the media to be there
to record it all.
The family of Freddie
Gray, the young man that lost his life at the hands of the police, had
eloquently expressed their desire that no protests be held on the day of the
funeral, but their wishes would be ignored. The mayor of the city, Stephanie
Rawlings-Blake had repeatedly assured the residents of the city that the death
was being investigated, and that those responsible for any wrongdoing would be
held accountable. She too, was ignored.
Before the evening was done, rioters had attacked police
with bottles and rocks, a pharmacy, mall and other businesses had been looted,
police cars had been burned, at least two large fires had occurred, and almost
twenty police officers had been injured. Media reports indicate that more than
200 rioters were arrested. The mayor has declared a curfew. The schools are
closed. The Baltimore Orioles have
cancelled their games, and the Governor has called out the National Guard to
maintain order in this beautiful city less than 50 miles from the nation’s
capital.
All of this occurred in West Baltimore, one of the poorest
neighborhoods you will find in the United States.
For Black America, this is another “Tale of Two Cities”, a reincarnation of “the best of times, and the worst of times”. Never before, has a
Black person in the United States had the opportunities for educational,
professional, political, and economic success that exists today. On
the other hand, the illiteracy, imprisonment, unemployment, frustration, hopelessness
and anger that exists for large segments of the Black community is as bad as it
has been for any ethnic group in the history of our country.
It would be impossible to find a single person that was
participating in the destruction of West Baltimore last night that had a
college or technical degree, a household income of $40,000, a steady job, a car
and a mortgage.
During the Great Depression, the unemployment
rate for all Americans got as high as 24.9%.
In 1939, it was still at 17.2%. Today,
the unemployment rate for African-Americans in Wisconsin is 19.9%. In Nevada,
Michigan, Iowa, and the District of Columbia, it’s more than 15%. In Illinois,
Missouri, and Washington, the unemployment rate sits at 14%. In California,
Connecticut, Indiana, Georgia, Mississippi, Alabama, New Jersey, Ohio,
Minnesota, Colorado, Rhode Island, and Tennessee, the unemployment rate for
African Americans exceed 10%. Nationwide the unemployment rate for African Americans
is 11.4%, twice as high as the rate for whites.
For Black America, the Great Depression continues.
Despite the relative prosperity of the technical and college educated, corporate, entrepreneur, home owning Blacks of America’s cities and suburbs, there still exists neighborhoods of crushing poverty and hopelessness in the rural enclaves and inner cities of America. This is where the inferior schools are found. This is where the missing men are in prison or dead as a result of the continuing wars between themselves. This is where the fear and loathing exists between police and the communities they are sworn to protect and defend. This is where a culture of mediocrity has been embraced, and the uniquely human need for dignity manifests itself in ways that result in the events that occurred in Baltimore, Maryland last night.
Despite the relative prosperity of the technical and college educated, corporate, entrepreneur, home owning Blacks of America’s cities and suburbs, there still exists neighborhoods of crushing poverty and hopelessness in the rural enclaves and inner cities of America. This is where the inferior schools are found. This is where the missing men are in prison or dead as a result of the continuing wars between themselves. This is where the fear and loathing exists between police and the communities they are sworn to protect and defend. This is where a culture of mediocrity has been embraced, and the uniquely human need for dignity manifests itself in ways that result in the events that occurred in Baltimore, Maryland last night.
It was the spring of 1971 at Benjamin Russell High School in
Alexander City, Alabama. The senior class was gathered in the auditorium for
its last class meeting. The purpose of the meeting included deciding on class
officers, a class song, a class flower, class colors, and a class motto. The
great experiment had begun four years earlier, in 1967. George Wallace’s pledge
of “segregation forever” had evaporated. The fears of the apocalypse had failed
to materialize. The children of this small rural Alabama town, Black and white,
had integrated the school, and was about to graduate.
We had come to know each other during four of the most
tumultuous years of the 20th century. We had witnessed war,
assassinations, and riots. We had learned not to fear each other, to respect
each other. Some of us had become friends.
As I sat in the auditorium I started to think of the great
Curtis Mayfield. He was one of my favorite musical artists, not just for his
music, but also because of the power and beauty of his lyrics. Many of his
songs were focused on equality and civil rights, and the words of those songs
were as important to me as any textbook I read. As I was thinking of him,
someone asked for a nomination for a class motto. Instinctively, I got up and
said “I’ve got one”. I walked to the stage and stood before my classmates, all
220 of them. Two hundred whites, and just 20 Blacks. I was thinking of the
words from a Curtis Mayfield song called “A Choice of Colors”. I said…
“People Must Prove to the People, That a Better Day is Coming, For You
and For Me. With Just a Little Bit More Education, and Love For Our Nation, We’ll
Make a Better Society”.
There were no other nominations. Our class approved my
suggestion unanimously. I like to think that we were true to our motto, that
our society today is a better one than the one we had in 1971.
However, watching the chaos in Baltimore last night made me
wonder.