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Sunday, September 29, 2013
Three Fifths Manslaughter
Monday, September 23, 2013
Excuse Me, Miss
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Making it Home 101: How to Survive an Encounter with the George Zimmermans of the World
There are many things that come to mind as I await the outcome of this George Zimmerman Trial. One of those things is as important to me as the actual verdict. How to survive an encounter with someone like George Zimmerman is a discussion that needs to be had. It’s not far from teaching a kid to not look White people in the eye. It’s not even that far removed from Vagrancy Laws or The Fugitive Slave Act. I may be reaching for sensationalism, but please hear me out. If you are a young Black male and you are in an area outside of your artificial environment, outside of your comfort zone, somewhere in which you are clearly a minority, you better damn well have a good reason for being there.
There has always been a place in America for people who are overzealous vigilantes. These are the people that will go beyond the proverbial “call of duty” to prevent a crime from happening again. These people often say, “These assholes always get away with it.” So, with those words and that mentality, they begin each encounter with a chip on their shoulder. If you are Black, you are guilty. It’s as simple as that. The risk is far too great on their behalf to assume otherwise. Mind you, they are simply “cleaning” up their neighborhoods. You have to understand that before you understand anything else.
So, when approached, the very first thing you should do is make yourself as small as possible. I don’t mean that you should literally shrink. I mean that whatever it is that makes you look like a threat, outside of your skin color, you should lose it. I, personally, whether right or wrong, take off my hat or hood when I enter convenient stores. This isn’t to make clerks feel safe. This is for me. I need them to know that I mean them no harm. When pulled over by police officers, I keep my hands in plain sight. Why; simply because way too many Black men are accidentally shot. I’ve even gone as far as calling my most responsible, articulate friend and putting them on speaker, just so they can hear the exchange.
In neighborhoods, especially those that have recently had a string of robberies and or break-ins, I become proactive. I stay away from those places as soon as I realize that the sun is about to go down. There’s a place called Henager, Alabama that I drive through to get home and every single time that I do, my hands are at 10 & 2 on the steering wheel, my windows are rolled up, my doors are locked and my cruise control is on. I try to not to give anyone, of any kind of position, an opportunity to pull me over.
People may read this and see it as overkill. “Every non Black isn’t a racist or even prejudice”, they’ll say. I UNDERSTAND THAT. I do, but my safety is a lot more important to me than being politically correct during these situations. I don’t think we realize that young slave girls that were becoming women were first “had” by their masters. They had no choice. Any and I do mean ANY good parent would mentally prepare their daughters for the horror of what was about to happen to them. That comparison is meant to be extreme because it needs to raise eyebrows.There is no excuse for failing to teach your children, no matter your race, about the worst possible scenarios of life.This is one of them.
This is by no means an article about knowing your place as a Black man. It’s merely recognizing the place that you are in. You have to become one with your surroundings. Webster’s Dictionary is filled with words that prove my point. You need to assimilate. It could save your life. Don’t take my position literal. Take it in context of who I am and the world I live in. Soon, I’ll have to write about the lack of uproar when a Black man kills another Black man. Why isn’t Al Sharpton in “Chiraq”?