I have found that America is numb to innocent Black Death. We have settled for something that happens way too often, and we expect it. On July 5, 2016, in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, a 37-year-old black guy named Alton Sterling was shot dead by two white Police officers.
More and more activists are tired of talking in circles with self-proclaimed geniuses and preaching to a choir that does not sing. Exhausted from standing on corners with signs, and not being supported by our own.
Congress being petty and arguing over recognition. Pig police stand together as they kill our people. Unifying to justify their behavior. Meanwhile, kids roam streets looking for a place to go and a bite to eat.
People displaced from their homes. So the laughs that were once shared on their porches, now fade into the distances of their memories, along with all that they “owned”.
Taxes through the roof at rates they cannot afford. The privileged look at them as if they are savages. Like they really want to be broke. Our people are crying. The single mother is screeching, the son is wailing.
We change the channel. (Six shots to the head.) We return to our tedious routines. Tired of crying black tears and begging for white help. The Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome lingers on, and on, and on…
I come from riding over bridges. Waving as I drive on Ridge past the Salvation Army. This ain’t got nothing to do with Black On Black Crime. This is White On Black Crime.I come from a temporary landfill. Helpless screams. And tomorrows that aren’t promised.
I come from switched codes. Proper tones. Brilliant ideas and unnoticed efforts. I come from overthinking, insane repetitions, knee-high grass, and modern-day segregation. This is a collection of thoughts that I wrote while riding on a Trolley. Now it’s here. What about the 13th, 14th, and 15th amendments? Are we living NOW, or in the past? Just tell me.
Journey to my happy place. Summer is the corridor into a place of peace and happiness. As long as you allow such to happen. Sleeping late, reading for hours at a time, and random getaways are all major keys to my heart. The unidentified trauma of Racial Harassment goes on. Could it ever stop?
Life is naturally lit. The world and the phenomenon of time all seem to be spontaneous. Plans don’t exist and days run together. Physical highpoints blend with spiritual peaks. When I found myself 2800 feet up, I knew that I was also mentally atop of things. To me, everything was is coming together, only because it’s not falling apart.
What Is Racial Harassment?
Many folks still don’t have a clue what Racial Harassment now actually is. Well, to make it clear, Racial Harassment is any act or behavior directed at individuals or their property because of their skin, color, race, nationality, ethnic or national origins. This can take many forms and causes so much stress in communities of color. These could include:
- verbal abuse
- physical abuse
- harassment, alarm or distress
- damage to property
- racist visual material
- racist literature
Any racial harassment is an offense. The legislature recognizes (theoretically, at least) the different types of racist motivated crime and the devastating effects on the victims. The penalties now reflect the seriousness of these crimes. The problem is, though, that we’re not taken seriously. Most of the time! They know so little about people of color. And I guess they couldn’t care less.
What to do in an incident?
You may be inclined to think that nothing will happen anyway, but if you have been the victim of a racist incident or have witnessed an incident, don’t hesitate to act. There is no such thing as the racially inclusive model so always:
- always report incidents to a reporting center or to an advocate
- leave any evidence untouched, e.g. broken glass, weapons, clothes, leaflets, etc.
- include every detail you can remember
- ask for names and addresses of any witnesses
- keep a record of any expenses, e.g. fares to hospital, loss of earnings, etc.