I was on Facebook this morning, and noticed a post written by one of my white “Facebook friends” (who probably won’t be, after today), in which she was complaining about having been pulled over by a cop, and having to deal with the subsequent intimidation, bullying, and harassment part and parcel of dealing with those who view having a badge as their own personal “Above the Law/Get Out of Jail Free” Card.
Basically, she got what I think I may just start referring to as “The Black Face”.
You know the “Black Face”? It’s when one who isn’t Black finds himself in a “typically Black” situation, and is subsequently treated the way a Black person in the same (or worse) situation is normally treated.
If that’s not a thing, then perhaps it should be.
Going back to the story…
Of the said unpleasant police experience, my Facebook friend said, “I’ve never been so disrespected by a cop in my life.”
And that’s when I lost it.
I responded by telling her in light of the current circumstances that complaint was NOT the most sensitive for her to make, and that were she a Black male, that confrontation would have ended differently.
Unlike Sean Bell, Oscar Grant, Amadou Diallo, and Trayvon Martin – at least she got to WALK AWAY.
If she’s complaining, she’s still breathing: Sean, Oscar, Amadou, and Trayvon?
I’ve seen all manner of disrespect and ignorance on Facebook – in fact, ignorance and disrespect seem to have made quite the home for themselves there – and usually, I’m able to ignore it, because even on those rare occasions certain comments are directed toward me, I get they’re not really about ME.
That understanding is what makes it easy for me to hit the “mute” button, on most days.
Today, however, isn’t most days.
As of today, not even 72 HOURS have passed since a practically lily-white jury said George Zimmerman had every right to USE DEADLY FORCE to defend himself in a confrontation that HE initiated with a 17-year-old child who was MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS.
A confrontation that would have never happened had Zimmerman done as the Sanford Police instructed: WAIT IN HIS DAMN CAR.
I’ll do you one better: A confrontation that otherwise would have never happened, had George Zimmerman not been “so convinced” Trayvon Martin was up to “up to no good”.
Because you know, we NIGGERS are ALWAYS “up to no good”.
Naturally my Facebook friend said she didn’t agree with my contention that had she been a Black male, she would NOT have survived her unpleasant encounter with the power-hungry and (possibly) mentally unhinged law enforcement “professional”.
I told her that I didn’t expect her to; I was merely pointing out to her the reality of Privilege vs. Powerlessness.
I told her that while Oscar Grant’s, Sean Bell’s, Amadou Diallo’s, and Trayvon Martin’s lives were just as important to their loved ones as hers was to those who cared about her, the DIFFERENCE was America – with its history of abuse and oppression of my People – doesn’t place any value on the lives of those who looked like them – OR me.
And, that’s a fact.
It’s cold, it’s hard, and it’s most certainly HEARTLESS, but…
…It’s also TRUE.
And, it’s MY reality.
I’m a Black female, and I am the parent of a Black female child, and while my gender may give me “some” measure of protection from White Supremacy – via Willie Lynch – I can NEVER get around the color of my skin.
My color shows up, every time a white person is “surprised” by my ability to articulate.
It shows up whenever I converse (notice I didn’t say “conversate”) with someone about a topic that is typically considered the Sole Domain of the Majority (i.e., ANYTHING that doesn’t surround athletics, entertainment, food, fun, frolic, and other forms of B.S.).
It shows up whenever I see “genuine” surprise on the faces of those who are puzzled by my Black child who’s teaching herself Japanese (since Negro children don’t value education the way white children do) and because she – I kid you not – knows the difference between Windows and Macintosh.
It shows up WHENEVER I DON’T BEHAVE IN A MANNER CONSISTENT WITH MY STEREOTYPE.
The part of me that tried so hard not to connect with this case, and its eerie similarities to Emmett Till’s murder – ALSO AT THE HANDS OF RACISTS – did so because I understand my reality as an African in America, all to well, and I KNEW better than to expect anything other than an acquittal.
I knew it, yet I was disappointed by the verdict, all the same.
And I am so angry, I can’t even see straight.
But, I am an AFRICAN in AMERICA.
Even the Supreme Court said this country wasn’t built with the expectation that neither I, nor any of my Brothers and Sisters, would be considered anything other than “movable real estate” (or “chattel”, if seeing the word defined offends the senses).
The Constitution – specifically Article 1, Section 2, Paragraph 3 – says it, too.
So, I know better than to buy into “Post-racial” America.
I NEVER have.
And NO President – no matter how Negroid his features – will EVER convince me otherwise.
There are too many facts that speak for themselves.
And they’re all saying the same thing:
“In Amerikkka, there’s NO JUSTICE for the Innocent, and NO KARMA for the Wicked.”
“And you Niggers had BETTER learn how to deal, lest we give you YET ANOTHER wake-up call.”