It’s Black History Month here in the US, that time of year where we supposedly honor the contributions of Black Americans to this great nation of ours by giving Black folks their very own special month… all 28 days. Oh, Black History Month is a glorious time, where we lift up the acceptable and safe Black folks such as Rosa Parks and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and where we get to feel good and pat ourselves on the back because Black folks can now sit in the front of the bus, drink from any water fountain and now they can even become president. It’s a glorious time I tell you…not.
I know that this post is going to piss a few people off and that is okay, I will probably lose a few readers and that is okay too. Life is too short for me to be anything but honest and intentional in all that I do.
The sad sack reality is that most Americans are no more vested or interested in Black Americans than they were fifty or sixty years ago, it’s just that it is no longer socially acceptable to say that. Instead we pretend to care and value everyone but our actions speak louder than our words, sure we might have a Black friend or two. Hell, if we live in a large, diverse, urban area we might even have more than two Black friends, shit we might even date or marry Black people. Imagine that! However for the vast majority of White Americans at the end of the day they live and love in communities of people that look just like them. I say that with no judgment because frankly it cuts both ways, my hometown despite being the 3rd largest city in the United States and the 88th largest city in the world is an extremely segregated place. Sure, in the downtown and near north side lakefront communities you will see a diverse array of people but overall blacks live with blacks, whites’ lives with whites, etc.
Which brings me to my point, in my hometown last year, 440+ school aged children were shot, 60+ were killed. A few names like that of Heaven Sutton, a seven year old girl who was shot and killed outside of her house while standing with her mother where they were selling snacks; made the national news, most dead brown kids are simply a footnote. Think about that for a moment, a little kid outside her house selling snacks with her mother is shot and killed. Heaven’s story made the national spotlight but most of the 60+ kids killed in 2012 in Chicago weren’t deemed important enough for their stories to be shared far and wide. Just another day in Black America, where violence has reached epic proportions and kids no longer dream of growing up to become a teacher or an astronaut, they dream that they simply live long enough to grow up.
A few days ago, a young lady with a promising future, Hadiya Pendleton’s life was cut short by a bullet. However Hadiya’s story is making the news because you see, just a week before her life was cut short, she had performed at President’s Obama inauguration. Hadiya’s life ended just a mile away from Obama’s home in Chicago. Hadiya got caught in the rain and took cover under a canopy and a gunman started shooting. Truly a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but for hundreds of black and brown kids in Chicago, they are caught in the wrong place at the wrong time all the time; as public streets and parks, places which should be safe, are no longer safe spaces. Yet while some grumble and complain, it’s business as usual where if you have the means you move your family to a safer place and if you don’t have the means, you live on your knees praying and hoping that your kids come home every day and that you don’t receive a call or knock at the door. This violence has been going on for years, it didn’t used to be like that but I am convinced as the divide widens between the have and the have-nots life is not valued.
On the flip side, late last year when 26 precious souls lost their lives to gun violence in Newtown, CT it captured the nation’s attention. Discussions started, a task force was formed and for once a real dialogue about gun violence in this country was launched. It’s too early to see where these actions will go but the point is people want change. The mass shootings have reached a point of no return and even some people who are very comfortable with the second Amendment are willing to admit, maybe, just maybe we need to see what we can do so that little kids aren’t being slaughtered in the one place they should be safe…school.
From my perch, I hate to state the obvious, but I will. See, the souls lost in the Sandy Hook tragedy were primarily white and of comfortable means. In America, schools and streets must be safe for white middle class kids, sadly though that same concern often is not extended to black and brown kids (or financially vulnerable whites either). Maybe it’s because no matter what we tell ourselves at the end of the day, we just aren’t as vested in people who are not like us and therefore we can’t feel for them on the same level. It might be the same reason that it took weeks for news of the death of Trayvon Martin to capture the nation’s attention and that is only because black and brown activists refused to let Trayvon’s story go untold because as mother’s and father’s we all knew our boys could be the next Trayvon.
As we enter Black History Month I find myself wondering what point is there in glorifying dead great Black Americans when at the end of the day, Black life is simply not valued or equal to white life. No matter how many times we tell ourselves that things are equal, our words are cheap because our actions as a collective whole tell a different story.
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I don’t see why anyone would be upset with you for writing this article. You told the truth. Before coming to Maine, I lived in Chicago for 18 years. In fact, I didn’t live far from where this precious soul was killed. And you are right, a black life is not valued as much as a white life. I remember on another blog I got into it with another poster regarding the Trayvon Martin case. He boldly made the statement that he could understand the anger of people when Casey Anthony got acquitted because Caylee’s life was so much more precious that Trayvon Martin’s, who he considers a thug. My response was “who are you to determine, whose life if more precious?” I also asked if there would be all of this support for Zimmerman if Trayvon had been a white teenager killed in this manner. I find in these cases that we frequently have to deal with the “yeah buts”. Whenever there are clear signs of racism and devaluation of blacks there is always the “yeah buts”. In the case of Trayvon Martin, it was “yeah but” he attacked Zimmerman, even though there is no evidence showing as much. There is only evidence of an altercation, which would not have happened had Zimmerman not followed Trayvon Martin.
As for the shootings in Chicago, I find it disappointing that President Barack Obama immediately went to Sandy Hook, but has not come to his (our) native Chicago for the black lives of people lost. Many of those murdered have been children. But they are children of color. If Obama hadn’t gone to Sandy Hook, there would have been a cry heard around the nation. Yet, no one in the media has questioned (from what I can see) why he hasn’t come to Chicago.
I voted for President Obama. I was proud to do so. And I don’t consider myself on the spectrum of Cornell West and Tavis Smiley in my criticism, but he needs to come home address the violence there.
This post didn’t piss me off at all! We need to hear more like this. I recently moved from a neighborhood where we could kid ourselves into a neighborhood where that would be a mistake. I moved for economic reasons I attribute to untreated PTSD – but I’m on that now. Which I know I owe to the cut the bull attitude I learned 35 some odd years ago living in a substantially African American building in San Francisco – scorned in my old neighborhood, apparently particularly because of being a dark blonde, yet standing right by me in my new neighborhood. My, how the Creator works things! Anyway, your post nailed it. I so agree with “saavypolitico”. Keep speaking!!!
You are spot on, sistuh! I hear many white Americans stating that black folks don’t say nothing when it’s black on black crime, but when Trayvon Martin gets shot by a white man it’s all chaos. My point to a white person was we are saying something very loud, but because our lives aren’t important and it’s not “news worthy” when one of us kills another one of us, then it goes uncovered and unnoticed. Black women go missing, hell, in Rocky Mount, NC, they’re still looking for what looks to be a serial killer, and these murders of black women have been going on for years, at lease 15 years, and the media fails to report our absent parties in the hailstorm of similar proportion when its Alley, or Buffy, or whomever’s white daughter goes missing. If you get un-followed by those who simply, “can’t handle to truth,” then so be it! A revolution is never started my millions, anyway. It’s sparked by the remnant, the few who are enlightened and get it, even in this great, post racial era in which we now live. Keep speaking!!!
Thank you. I think what made me write this post is there were some white mom bloggers wanting to do a special Valentine’s Day project for the kids killed in Newtown. Ct. It made me think,about all the black/brown kids that are slaughtered daily, why aren’t their stories kept alive? Like you said Black/Brown women go missing and where is Nancy Grace? So I feel like maybe I need to be be their voice, I would want someone to do it for my loved ones.
“Black life is simply not valued or equal to white life.”
This not so subtle message–emanating from their environment, from radio, from television, and from movies–is made clear to our black youth daily.
Yet, society asks them to be good citizens, to become a constructive, positive force for good in their world–a world that continuously sends back the message that they’re ugly, that they’re stupid, that they’re inferior, that they’re lacking in so many ways, that they’re not members of the larger family, but are merely tolerated.
When society can accept all its children as “valued” and wanted, then and only then can we say we’re post-racial, and witnesses to the culmination of Dr. King’s dream:
“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”
Thank you for this!! We have had bulletproof windows in our fast food restaurants for over a decade. Yet no talked of gun control until it happened in a nice white neighborhood. I have been somewhat silent on this because it falls on deaf ears. But I am sick of my neighborhood being riled with bullets and violence and innocent children losing lives. Daily. But it took 20 white kids to actually speak on the matter. Makes me sad, and a little disheartened. Thank you for using your voice. I hear it, and I am speaking with you, loudly.
Thank you. In Chicago going back 15 years ago, bulletproof glass & dividers in fast food places was common. I struggled with writing this because it felt so harsh but I feel like we are living in a lie. On the one hand we will celebrate dead greats but do nothing to better the lives of living people particularly kids. This madness has got to stop.
Thank you so much for this post! Unless your skin is light, nothing gets done. We’ve had bulletproof windows in our fast food restaurants for at least a decade. Thank you. We need to really acknowledge this discrimination. And loudly.
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