Kaepernick, Black Lives Matter, and Trigger Happy Cops

So I haven’t written a new blog post in a minute (or maybe more), but I’m so damn tired of so many white Americans losing their shit over a pro-football player taking a stand against oppression of people of color in this country, and yet the same people turn a blind eye when yet another killing of a black, or Latino, or Native, occurs. Honest to God people, wake up!

I don’t even know the name of the latest victim of a trigger happy cop. I know that he had his hands up the entire time. I know that he presented zero risk to the cop. I also know, considering how other cases like this have gone in the past couple of years, that said cop will be placed on paid leave (paid vacation), and that there will almost certainly be no charges file. If there are charges filed, the chances are good that the cop will get off without a conviction.

What is wrong with this picture? Why are we living in a country where having anything other than white skin causes people to be viewed as “dangerous?” 

I don’t know what it’s like to grow up as, or live life as, a person of color in this country. But I have experienced racism firsthand, simply because I was in the company of a black man, in 1980 Biloxi, Mississippi. I was stationed at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, attending tech school for the Air Force. One of the other airmen in my squadron, a young black man from Chicago, and I decided to go to the mall in Gulfport. The distance was about five miles, and we decided to walk. It was the longest five miles of my life…because every single vehicle that passed us, regardless of the color of the individuals in those cars yelled insults at us. “Hey nigger, how do you like that white pussy?” “Hey white cunt, is that black cock good to you?” And more. Much more. We were sharing a fucking sidewalk, that’s all. For two wet behind the ears airmen, both from the north, the shock was like a gut punch. 

I grew up surrounded by diversity. I love diversity. And honestly, if you want to live in a country where xenophobia, racism, and hatred are acceptable, where they are the norm, perhaps you should move to Afghanistan. Because the U.S. Is not the place for you. As for me, I will fight against racism every opportunity I get.


There is No Justice For Tamir

  This is from a Facebook post of mine, earlier today: “This injustice has changed me, radicalized me, and infuriated me deep down into my soul.

This is our America, but today, it doesn’t really feel like it.” The previous quote is from: Tamir Rice / Emmett Till

My heart is hurting so badly that even today, I find tears running down my face, for no other reason than the fact that there is no justice for this child. There is NO JUSTICE FOR THIS CHILD. I say again, child. Not even a teenager. Racism hurts us all, the oppressor, as well as the oppressed. I cannot sit by and say nothing, because to do so, by tacit agreement, is to take the side of the oppressor. Let me also state, clearly, and emphatically, that anyone who believes Tamir would have suffered the same end if he was white is either a) lying to themselves, or b) blind and ignorant in the worst possible way. We, being members of the privileged class (whites), are brought up to have faith in our justice system in this country. How, I ask you, can anyone, regardless what the color of their skin, have faith in a system that is inherently racist; a system where the deck is always stacked? I wonder, will we, as a nation, ever heal? Will we ever exemplify the words in our Declaration of Independence: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness? Where is Tamir’s life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness? 
I’m finding it very difficult to find good in the world today. I can only try to imagine how Tamir’s family and loved ones must feel. 💔

Please consider signing this petition, asking for Justice for Tamir: Move-on petition