Monday, July 11, 2016

Black Lives DON'T Matter


On Tuesday, July 6, 2016 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Alton B. Sterling, a 37-year-old African American man was arrested by two white police officers. They wrestled him to the ground. While he was pinned to the ground at least one of the officers pulled his service weapon and shot him several times. Mr. Sterling died. The event was captured on cell phone video and broadcast to the world on social media.

The following day, Philando Castile, a 32-year-old African American man was driving his car in a suburb of St. Paul, Minnesota. Riding with him was his girlfriend. Her 4-year-old daughter was riding in the back seat. Police officers pulled him over. According to his girlfriend, Mr. Castile informed the officer that he had a license to carry a firearm and that it was in the car. The officer shot him as he sat in the car. Mr. Castile died. His girlfriend used her cell phone to record the scene, including the haunting image of the officer’s weapon pointed menacingly inside the car. The video was broadcast around the world on social media.

The protest marches began immediately. From coast to coast large groups of people gathered to protest the killings. The “Black Lives Matter” movement was center stage, rallying young, old, Black, Latino, white, and Asian Americans to demand an end to the continuing destruction of Black lives by the police.

One of the protests occurred in Dallas, Texas. This time, a Black, U.S. Army veteran decided to use an assault rifle to attack the police. Targeting white police officers, he shot 14. He killed five.

Everything changed.



The grief and anger I had experienced on Tuesday and Wednesday was now fear. I feared that the racists and bigots would use the killing of five white police officers to encourage and justify additional violence against Blacks. I feared that the cable news networks would sensationalize the tragedy to the point of feeding a perpetual frenzy of retaliation. I feared 1968 all over again. I feared the race war that the skinheads, neo-Nazis, and white nationalists have been pining for just might be possible.



The “Black Lives Matter” movement is polarizing, but needed because Black lives don’t matter in our country. That has been a fact since the birth of the nation. It was codified in the Constitution. It was certified during slavery. It was confirmed by the Supreme Court. It was practiced via Black Codes and Jim Crow laws, segregation and systemic discrimination. The fact that Black lives don’t matter in America is in evidence by comparing segregated rural and inner city schools and predominately white suburban and private schools. It is evident by comparing the incarceration rate for black men to others, by comparing household incomes, and unemployment rates. Notice the political response to the victims of crack addiction and the victims of prescription opioid addiction. The former was considered a criminal justice problem, the latter is considered a medical problem.

It is precisely because Black lives don’t matter in America, that Black people must insist that they do. It is insulting for anyone to say white lives or blue lives matter. That is simply stating the obvious. Everybody already knows the lives of white people and police matter. Black people are simply saying, “our lives matter too… so stop killing us, stop marginalizing us…



There have been several times in recent years when I have been shaken to the core by unspeakable violence and ultimate evil… 9/11, Newtown, Orlando, Charleston, Virginia Tech, San Bernardino, Dallas, and the Washington Navy Yard. It did not matter to me what color the victims were. My humanity is not based on the color of the victim.

Thou shalt not kill.

How can a “Christian” nation allow such unabated carnage?

I am encouraged by the courageous voices of some of our nation’s leaders that are urging a peaceful dialogue and reconciliation. Americans continue to gather together to express their anger, pay their respects, and to insist that Black lives do matter. I am encouraged that they continue to gather peacefully, and to express their appreciation to those police officers that treat them respectfully, making an effort to understand and respond to their righteous anger in a caring and understanding way.



There are times when I don’t know what to do, times when I don’t know what to say. Most often, grief is the villain that leaves me this way. Today I grieve for the Black victims of unnecessary police executions. I grieve for the White victims of senseless retaliation. I feel for those that will die tomorrow and the people that love them. When I don’t know what to say, I read the words of others…



“The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral,

Begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy.

Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it.

Through violence you may murder the liar,

But you can’t murder the lie, nor establish the truth.

Through violence you may murder the hater,

But you do not murder hate.

So it goes.

Returning violence for violence multiplies violence,

Adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness;

Only light can do that.

Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”



Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

      

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